Just back from Retribution. Somewhat better experience than last Saturday. People seemed to like my skirt. Had the new boots on again and my feet hurt a lot less than they did last week. Only got mildly drunk, which was good (and indeed necessary as going to the toilet is rather involved with that skirt). Danced quite a bit. Sang my filk version of "My Own Worst Enemy" instead of the real version. And a strange person in the toilets kept talking to me about Placebo, and how Brian Molko had kissed her on the cheek. And I seem to have arranged to go to Whitby in October. It will be my first one - what should I be warned about?