On Friday 7th we said goodbye to Broadarrow Jack, playing our farewell gig at the Asylum in Lincoln. The glamorous audience were compact but enthusiastic; the sound as engineered by the excellent Steve Blincoe was some of the best we've ever had. People danced the waltz to Snakedance, and the can-can to the Tin Can Can. People even won PRIZES for dancing. And after the gig, more prizes were issued to those who cared to sit on Mr Inkerman's knee, but that's another story...
Thanks to you all for listening, take care on your future journeys...

At the same time, Lost Souls of the Asylum, the third volume of Asylum steampunk compilations from The Lost Line also launched. As I also had a story in the compilation, I found myself on double signing duty.
A quick consultation with publisher Arkwright of the Last Line, and some other visionary would mean that the world domination plans are coming along nicely for all of us, thank you very much (la la la...)
The Asylum was as usual a wonderful experience, filled with old, new and future friends. Hats off and a large glass raised to the Victorian Steampunk Society (VSS) who manage to pull this off each year, and especially to my publisher Arkwright, also a VSS founder member, who like the rest of them functions without sleep or pause for the whole weekend. We're not worthy...
Still not finished there, yesterday I started a part time Masters degree in West Midlands history, spanning 1000 years of change in the region, and giving me access to a library akin to the world's biggest sweet shop, only with books. All of this learning wil be vital knowledge in preparing for the oncoming Automata Wars. Oh yes. Bring it on...