So in the end I was let out again for good behaviour - or for giving a good talk, if you believe Wilf Lunn - and made it back down South.
I will post more about my experience of Weekend at the Asylum and my encounters with the steampunks there over the next few days. But, in the meantime, it has come to my attention that some of you who follow my blog may not be fully au fait with what a steampunk is.
Well here's as good an answer as any I can think of...
A young lady, appropriately attired for a day's derring do,
Now that's what I call a steampunk!