The island of doctor geof

A short strip that appears in the second edition of The Steampunk Magazine and in no way disparages people who believe that wearing smart-casual trousers and a white nylon shirt is still persuasively steampunk provided that one is sporting a pair of goggles. Oh come on! What did you expect? A medal? Your grandparents are probably more steampunk than you! Ha, which reminds me, me and me mum were sorting out their attic and she kept trying to slow down the process by actually looking at stuff (or talking. it’s a skill she has) when she finally got my attention (she may have used the word “damn it” which coming from my own dear mother is sort of equivalent to the dalai lama saying the word “fuck”) and produced her father’s portable picnic-ing stove. From the 1930′s. A now-rusted iron box for putting kindling in and a copper kettle for boiling water with, ready to be deployed for fresh cup of tea at any rural roadside. Yes, my grandfather will always have been more steampunk than i.

Anyway, it is in response to this trend towards donning goggles over one’s civvies and shouting “i’m steampunk” that i may have been bandying about the phrase “brown-goth”. Please feel free to deploy it at any time and to report back.
laters,

geof