I'M ONE...... PT.2
Around the time that i met the woman who became my wife my feeling that i needed to belong to something faded into the background. I had connected with someone for the first time in years, and fell madly in love. I still loved music, and still went to both Whitby Goth Weekender events, but my heart wasn't in it. After years of singledom i naturally wanted to do "couple things", and i gradually withdrew from that part of my life. At the same time, i no longer wanted to dress the part. A few months earlier i had a windfall, and treated myself to a couple of Ben Sherman shirts, a Harrington, and some Levis. Being, well, fat at the time these were hard to come by in my size, so they were from Jacamo (i've struggled with my weight for a long time). But they looked decent, and i suppose were my first Mod clothes. Over the next few years i began to find out about the history of this subculture, its origins and influences, and in turn what it influenced. A lot of the music i