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THIS might seem like a made-up story, but Brothers and sisters, its all too true. Apparently they started out in gookland. Over there in Godless England, the goth tards are paying good money to dress up like zombies and cry. Jesus is probably laughing His Holy behind off right now. 
The crying game: Misery clubs come to the UK
Forget happiness, the in-crowd is being moved to tears by a new wave of super cool misery clubs, which give visitors (with the help of a pile of chopped onions) the chance to weep away their woes
Against a backdrop of crashing choral music and candlelight, a group of elaborately costumed young women are dabbing their eyes with a handkerchief, their mascara running to form black rivulets down their cheeks.
It is not difficult to see why they are so distressed: in front of them, a mound of pungent onions is being vigorously and elaborately chopped by a serious-looking young man in a tailcoat, and the fumes are overwhelming.
Even the male guests are wiping away the odd tear.
But then that's precisely the point. The 300 people in the crowd at this candlelit 17th-century wine vault, tucked away off a busy London thoroughfare, are here to do just that.
They are celebrating - if that is the right word, under the circumstances - the chance to express their more sorrowful side at a new club night called Loss.
Billed as 'an evening of exquisite misery', this is where clubbers can go to indulge their inner gloom. The onions are there to help them along a bit, should they struggle to shed their British reserve.
Loss is one of a new breed of crying clubs to arrive in the UK from Japan, where tears have become something of an industry in recent years.
In Tokyo, stressed businessmen can rent rooms by the hour to watch weepy movies or pay £5 a time to attend group cryathons and 'tear therapy' meetings.
Crying in public seems to have caught on in the United States, too.
New American website, cryingwhileeating.com allows users to post pictures of themselves weeping into their food alongside a short explanation of the cause of their distress ('global warming', 'always expects the worst and is never disappointed').
The site already has cult status, receiving thousands of hits in the past few months alone.
Forget happiness, the in-crowd is being moved to tears by a new wave of super cool misery clubs, which give visitors (with the help of a pile of chopped onions) the chance to weep away their woes
Against a backdrop of crashing choral music and candlelight, a group of elaborately costumed young women are dabbing their eyes with a handkerchief, their mascara running to form black rivulets down their cheeks.
It is not difficult to see why they are so distressed: in front of them, a mound of pungent onions is being vigorously and elaborately chopped by a serious-looking young man in a tailcoat, and the fumes are overwhelming.
Even the male guests are wiping away the odd tear.
But then that's precisely the point. The 300 people in the crowd at this candlelit 17th-century wine vault, tucked away off a busy London thoroughfare, are here to do just that.
They are celebrating - if that is the right word, under the circumstances - the chance to express their more sorrowful side at a new club night called Loss.
Billed as 'an evening of exquisite misery', this is where clubbers can go to indulge their inner gloom. The onions are there to help them along a bit, should they struggle to shed their British reserve.
Loss is one of a new breed of crying clubs to arrive in the UK from Japan, where tears have become something of an industry in recent years.
In Tokyo, stressed businessmen can rent rooms by the hour to watch weepy movies or pay £5 a time to attend group cryathons and 'tear therapy' meetings.
Crying in public seems to have caught on in the United States, too.
New American website, cryingwhileeating.com allows users to post pictures of themselves weeping into their food alongside a short explanation of the cause of their distress ('global warming', 'always expects the worst and is never disappointed').
The site already has cult status, receiving thousands of hits in the past few months alone.
trenchcoats be for dirty ole flasher folk, Mr.Crowley! 
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it ok Mr.Crowley, at least you not 
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