[It's that time of the year when I dump emails and drafts into this blog to stop them hanging around for ever. This has been sitting there for maybe 4 months because it doesn't really have a conclusion, but just rambles for a short while]
I'm not actually a goth. If I were one, apparently I'd be the wrong sort. The evidence: I prefer The Cure to The Sisters, prefer Les Daniels, Kim Newman and George Martin to Anne Rice, like Byron more than Shelley, and like Ted Hughes poetry over Sylvia Plath.
As it happens, I liked Ted Hughes as a kid mainly for The Iron Giant (not poetry). Later, as I grew up into a teenager I preferred Sylvia Plath's poetry and in fact read and re-read her Bumper Fun Size Book Of Every Damn Poem She Ever Wrote. It was only later when Hughes died and I finally got around to reading Tales From Ovid and, er, Birthday Letters that I finally made that decision. I say "er" because that is of course the collection of poems about his relationship with Plath.
[As I said it rambles. I did have an idea for finishing it, but can I find Birthday Letters, Tales From Ovid, or Bumper Fun Size Book Of Every Damn Poem She Ever Wrote? No I cannot.]
 There's not quite enough black in my wardrobe, I don't use eye makeup, I don't attend goth events very often and most importantly, I don't self-identify as a goth.
 And worse still don't get worked up about the differences. Not entirely coincidentally, when I logged into Youtube while grabbing a couple of links for this, it thought I might be interested in a Siouxsie and the Banshee's video of them covering a Beatles song.
 My choice for a tiebreak between the two is of course a swimming contest.
 It has a giant space-bat-angel-dragon in it. I say no more.
 Better known as Collected Poems.