November 12th, 2016, off we trotted to the National Space Centre in Leicester, for [half of] the 2-day ‘Steampunks in Space’ event.
I wore my cycling outfit [for my Lunar Cycle of course], and Dawn wore her dapper cape and top hat over a shirt featuring steamships and flying machines.
We saw many fantastic outfits, including this little sweetie, complete with her space bustle.
We enjoyed the main exhibitions, and for some reason I was very much struck by close viewing of all the space suits, and the realisation that despite being so high-tech, they’re still just sewn together on good old sewing machines. I have no idea why this had never occurred to me, maybe I assumed they were extruded whole, or somehow moulded?!
We were as gob-smacked as ever by the stunning talents of the steampunk artists and artisans, and the general creativity.
Some of the makers are truly amazing, and work in film and TV amongst other media. Take a look at the work of Joe Slatter, on ‘The Dark Power.com‘
We were also very taken by the works of Mark Goodman, of Mostly Curious Games,
and Messrs Dandelion & Burdock, of Verne Industries. Being dazzled by all the pretties, I forgot to get any pics, but please take a peek at their site.
When all the muggles left at 5, the remaining steampunks had a splendid sausage supper and a quiz, largely about eminent Victorians, inventors, and sausages. We came 2nd, it was all because of those blasted kids!
Following a few hearty sausagey burps and a drinky or three, we were vastly entertained by the jolly amusing Mr B, the gentleman rhymer, and the amazing The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing. I’d wheedled the missus into this part of the day’s entertainments, and I think she was only humouring me, but she LOVED it all, and became Mr B’s biggest fan, even getting him to sign the inside of her titfer.
Mr B does jolly amusing riffs on hip hop, with a Victorian spin, while playing his banjolele. It’s called chap-hop, and is good for a giggle. Here he is in action with ‘No Dignity’
We had a little rest and another chhota peg or two, and then returned to the mosh pit for the punk explosion of TMTWNBBFN.
Hard to explain the appeal if you’re not a fan of punk/metal or Dickensian-tinged lyrics of child-taxidermy, life with rats and lice, The Great Stink, or a zombie Prince Albert…but we had a whale of a time. For a taste of their insane fusion of Chas & Dave/The Sex Pistols/Lovecraft/Slipknot, here’s ‘Margate Fhtagn’, wherein Cthulhu joins a group of chirpy cockneys on Margate sands.
We were going back again today, but my legs are aching from all my pogo-ing!