Werthers dirigibles

Back across town through the constant flow of costumed and photographer sucking on a Werthers Dirigible in an effort to make the climb back up the Abbey steps a little easier. Finally attaining the top, who do we meet but Mohcen

All the way from another universe or dimension or London..Anyway good to see him and his friends enjoying the Goth fest in Whitby. He seemed to be reasonably impressed by the firepower on offer...

But potshots at the seagulls?

And anyway isn't this bit supposed to make things look bigger?

As usual the apprentice was always available to show everyone how it's really done... even when the sun is getting a bit low...and lesser photographers get their shadows in the shot. That would be me... not paying enough attention.

Another good guy we met, who was paying more attention to his photography Alvin Hall... luckily I never met the dog.
The apprentice, however did meet up with a photographer K.T. Allen who had taken a shot of her on the previous Gothfest and photoshopped it to a higher level... So we left in search of this wonderful artwork which was given free and greatly appreciated

Please visit KT Allens own site to see this and other images and how they were built.

 

 

We're back... Whitby Goth Weekend... and what a marvelous time we had... It was hard work. The translocation unit needed emptying of all the superfluous stuff that impedes its economical movement on  a daily basis and be transformed into a true Translocator. The Apprentice and I felt the need to skip breakfast in order to set off in the allotted timeframe. As a result we were both rather peckish when we arrived in Whitby, located the unit in a muddy field and set off to find sherlocks for intake of Cappuccino, Hot Chocolate and chocolate muffins. That's when we remembered to contact Si, provider of the photographic images you see here. Si managed to find us in Sherlocks without the use of one of my cafe detectors... Uncanny.

Filled with Hot Chocolate beverage, the Apprentice, cheered by the sight of me struggling to breathe after the gravitational flux transfer setting on the recombobulator backfired and I had to haul my own weight up the 139 steps without aetheal assistance.

Mirthfulness aside this thing still works... and in the hands of one as experienced as this Danger is never far away.

Still don't believe me...

Told you it was dangerous!
 Anyway its starting to get serious and it must be time for fish and chips so its down all those steps again. I know there's more than 139 but it's always important to mention the 39 steps.

You can see the colour bleeding away from the two of us as the field of the cafe detectors both kick in automatically at high intensity to locate a major eating establishment.

That's better but I still don't think it's working properly.
 Thanks to Sigh the Mercilessfor his wonderful photographic documentation, more of which can be seen on flickr... more of this later






  

steamy hallows

 Repaired, Billy gets to work in the front garden...after a short,undignified journey from the workshop at the Forgery which involved unhinging his arms and removing his head which was transported in a hat box...all that hair was starting to fill with all sorts of small particles of the scenery.
 After getting his dust sheet to remain in a reasonable position, by using some clamps which were luckily to hand. He was going quite well until the rain,when the sheet became steadily heavier and more sodden. I increased the spring pressure,which helped, but forgot to cover the power supply, which didn't. The result was that Billy operated rather intermittently, but still quite effectively.

OK I should have started earlier so that I had time to take some photos as I was setting up, but by the time I found out that Borris the butler, whose power supply had gone AWOL, was not responding to any new source of electricery and neither was my digital multimeter. Eventually an alternative was located and put together with a plug of almost the correct dimensions. Borris lives!

Edgar the raven was firmly attached to Borris' tray to prevent him from 'flying away' and Borris sported a pair of goggles on his Top hat, for the first time.
The rest of the graveyard went up quite quickly.

The motors kept going, even as things were getting really quite wet.
The lighting kept going too, and the smoke machine only fell silent when Maisie was too cold to stay out in the coffin, where the controls were situated. The blood curdling screams, with which she leaped from the coffin on the approach of the unsuspecting trick or treater, are probably still haunting some of those taking solace in the sweets they gathered on that cold wet evening.

Part of the aftermath... everything needs drying before putting it away...and this is only a small part of it!
 Billy needed to dry his hair...