A Goth in a graveyard after dark. Did I mention there was a circus?!

When my friend messaged me a snapshot of an article from TimeOut, advertising Depart as a ‘Circus in a Cemetery’, with the caption ‘Interested?’ well…my reply?  You know me too well. DEPART CIRCUS : A guided tour through the underworld in Tower Hamlets Cemetery Black robes catch in the wind as they stride forward, slowly…

Taphophilia…it’s a word.

Most people have a few traditions that they observe when they cerebrate the day they were born. They might be cultural, or personal, or just plain kooky. I knew a guy once who insisted on streaking each year on the day he was born, I believe it was a ‘naked we are born and naked…

The Festival. Night three. Face the monster.

Rather amusingly, something went wrong here and this episode didn’t publish at the beginning of the week when I thought it did! And I wondered why everyone was telling me they couldn’t wait to ready it…! Oops. Social fail. Well, if you do pop by here, I hope you enjoy the read! Love and darkness,…

Tombstones in the night

Today I have a curious topic from my sister, Sarah, who was helping a friend get ready for her wedding. Garters. Well I guess this story will have to move to a Victorian location for a bit then… (If you are joining Emmeline’s story today, welcome! It might help for you to begin here.) Tombstones…