This week's Kerrang! magazine's feature on Goth Metal mentions my good old home town. My friend was spasming about it yesterday, and i admit i found it kind of funny as well. While saying that Goth Metal as a genre started in the north of England in the early 90's, in brackets it mentioned that you'd be pretty glum if you grew up in my home town (which i will not mention the name of) then. XD You'd still be fairly glum if you grew up here to be honest. As a teenager, there are three popular choices. Either become a good student, do all your homework, dress normally if verging on the childish, and watch high school musical/play chess. Or listen to rock music, get a myspace and spend your weekends getting drunk and scoring pills. Or become a chav and spend your weekends getting drunk and scoring pills. The middle choice congregate in one of the great, much acclaimed pieces of 18th century architecture, and occaisionally you'll find a punk tripping on the floor, head leaning on a romanesque sandstone pillar. Eh dear. I'm feeling cynical. As Kerrang! also mentioned was a trait of my area. Pfft. I'm done.