Tuesday 28 August 2018

Steampunk Asylum X at the Lovely Lincoln

My mood will be down, at least for a few days, while I sink to reality, the splendid upliftingness of the Steampunk Asylum X gone! Where a buoyant time was had by all in our tribe, including our Travelling Aunty, in her sea captain's hat and her golden octopus, coiled in a net, called Octavia, and hauled from the waves. Oh that time would come again!

Who could not love to be here, surrounded by all the gentle madnesses, the dedication to craft and to story and to living life a little splendidly? And, if next year, you cannot strap on your corset and don your hat, you must be too deep mired in some bad real world to be able to come with us and escape into fantasy.

















(Just to reassure the concerned: Professor Pragma was not plugged in to the wall socket.)


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