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JFTW 2020/21 Announcements

The story so far:
In the beginning the Universe was created.

This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

~ Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the end of the Universe

Itʼs cold outside, thereʼs no kind of atmosphere, but donʼt panic, Just Fur The Weekend is back for our fifth glorious year! Pack your bags, grab your multipass and come join us in high orbit for Easter Weekend in the space year of Two Thousand and Twenty, itʼll be a blast. 

Possibly literally.

This year weʼre blasting off to pay tribute the speculative fiction output of a medium sized, damp island chain sited in the northern hemisphere of a small blue-green planet orbiting a disregarded yellow star in the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy. Or, for those hoopy froods who didnʼt pay attention during Space Corps basic training, British Science Fiction.

I visited Earth once. Your ancestors made a lovely stone circle to worship me, but as I left I banged into it and some fell down. Pity.

~ VAL, Startopia

Our little corner of the universe has been pumping out visions of the future across every imaginable medium (and possibly one or two un-imaginable ones, itʼs a big universe) since the genre was born, injecting our unique national character into a mix of limitless imagination. Sometimes they serve to show us the way, sometimes to give us a warning, sometimes to satirise the world thatʼs already around us, but always the worlds they create are absolutely fascinating and keep drawing us back in time after time. It works even when the worlds presented are better put together than the productions showing them off, so you donʼt mind the fact you can see the strings holding up the timey-wimey ball. But you can bet itʼll make light of it too, the writingʼs just like that.

If that all sounds like your thing, weʼll get our FAV-14N Computer to open the pod bay doors for you to commence docking procedures and join in the fun. You might need to be a bit patient, three million years in deep space means itʼs not quite what it used to be.

That sudden, ear-splittingly loud siren? Oh, donʼt panic, Iʼm sure itʼs mostly harmless…

Fun? Ah yes, the employment of time in a profitless and non practical way…

~ Attributed to Kryten 2X4B 523P