I am a great lover of Hammer Horror, and whenever I visit my favourite local late night establishment, I love to turn on Channel 70 on Freeview and seeing what’s on there.
As there is another Hammer lover who is a regular who can identify the movies by the music alone, it’s always good to be able to find a classic movie from the studio.
I like to take stills of the movies, with all of the random pot luck of how fast the shutter is, and the decor and surroundings. Here, I missed the scenes of Charles Grey bothering goats with a sharp knife, but got a car chase with his demonic eyes summoning a woman to an appointment with the devil…
The Newark Steampunks were joined by a few of our colourful colleagues from Lincoln, who gave a few lessons in parasol duelling to Tony and the rest of us!
It is so good to see a strong turn out at our meetings in The Flying Circus, even a latecomer like me who introduced my visiting sister to the group, who was much taken with Mr Frisby’s tales of tuneable bones.
So, some pictures of our colourful brigade of governors and detectives.
Be honest. You’d all worry if I got one of my little meeting reports out even vaguely on time, after all I have a life of writing about small birds and attempting to run the wildly fluctuating weight off my hide to live. As well as drinking sugarless tea with a side serving of packets of biscuits.
I know, my life is a massive set of counter intuitive paradoxes.
Well, you want to see the pictures and I have sugarless, joyless tea to drink before I go to my bed.
I was a latecomer to the monthly meeting of Newark’s Steampunk group last night; well, we do meet rather early and at my advanced age I worry about my ability to last the pace.
I understand that it was another excellent get together at The Flying Circus, with more newcomers meeting up with us, and other folk visiting from the Lincoln group. Topics of conversation; well the return of Jay after hospital was one, and obviously there was plenty being said before I got there.
The conversation I remember concerned film cock ups, started by myself and Steven remembering a beach bound piece to camera on Countryfile where the footprints in the sand indicated where the presenter had done three previous takes, and ending where we mentioned how Maximus’ farm in Gladiator is covered in tractor tracks.
Are you not entertained!!!
I’d completely forgotten I’d taken these photographs of our July gathering at the delightful Flying Circus, so I thought I’d whizz them up for you. I still feel like a bit of an outsider as my literary interests and ability outweigh my dressing up ability, not to mention finances.
But luckily, other talented members of the group make of for this, and we always look a striking crew when we are doing our “Steampunk Outreach Work” – i.e. drinking in busy pubs. STeven in particular was keen to show off his spoon playing, although the photographs may be unclear in what he is actually doing.
I’m pretty sure it was spoon playing.