Abigail Weary, privateer

Indi went to a Steam-punk quasi Apocalypse cabaret thing in Newcastle!!

So much to write about, really, most concerning the feelings growing inside me, like birds straining from a cage.

Freedom. Adventure. The unknown. I adore it all.


I need to travel. I need to get out of here and experience the world and all it's wonders.

I want to fly and soar.

The steampunk thing was freakishly, wonderfully bizzare; a troupe of eccentric and unique people just doing what they want to do, and being utterly themselves. There were sober moments, pertaining to the apocalypse, performed by drama-types quite wonderfully (I have decided I love amateur theatre) and a multitude of hilarities I almost cried over.

AND THERE WERE TWO BROTHERS, HILARIOUS JUGGLERS, WHO I QUITE BELIVE STOLE MY HEART. I NEED TO LEARN HOW TO DO WHAT THEY DID.

It was completely casual and unpredictable and deliciously weird, with people all in bizzare costumes and doing bizzare things.

Walking back to the car, with my spring monocled-hat and vest and striped bandido-scarf, back through the rising and falling streets of Newcastle, the old, time worn buildings bathed in golden street lights, with the stars above, sighing down their cool air.... I felt a wonderous sense of happiness, and a yearning for foreign places and fire-dancers.

So glad I did it.

I will pass on the departing message given to us as we left:

Love people, be bizzarre, have fun.