Friday, the first day of WGT. I’m making my way down Agra towards the hangar that houses the goth equivalent of an Arabian bazaar. I’m off to meet a man I haven’t seen in years and I expect (hope, really) that finding his booth will be simple. I know what to look for – that unique shade of vampiric aesthetics with a velvety feel to it and a hint of steampunk. Nothing huge or elaborate,…