The Banjolele is a strange instrument, but one that Lord Edenred loved to listen to, especially when it was being played by his faithful manservant, Burke. Standing at a mere five and a half feet, he was a methodical and meticulous man, making the most of the generous clothing allowance granted to him by his … Continue reading
“Jimmy! You’ve got to get off the streets, Spring Heeled Jack has put the word out, he’s after your head. I don’t know what you’ve done mate, but you’re fucking dead if you don’t hide.” Jimmy stared at the greasy little dipper standing in front him. Billy was not the sort of person you could … Continue reading
Forget top hats, goggles and pith helmets. No truly sartorial man should ever wear shirts with buttons on the cuff, especially if he claims to be a steampunk. A true steampunk, or Victorian gent (God Bless Her), should wear shirts with double cuffs so that he can place upon them cufflinks that not only show … Continue reading
Those of you that read this blog will know that no only do I write steampunk, but that I also took part in a steampunk photo shoot with Lou Abercrombie recently. Well, she has started to drip feed photos so I thought I would share a few with you.
This weekend was glorious for a number of reasons. The first was the weather, it was bloody lovely and absolutely perfect for a trip to Bath with the family. I haven’t been to Bath for pleasure for a long, long time. In fact, the last time I went was with my parents and I remember … Continue reading