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Have a gruesome All Hallows Eve
Greetings from London on this All Hallows Eve. I have always thought this festival was wasted on the very young… it is not a time for ‘friendly ghosts or good witches’, it is a time to get in touch with your inner werewolf
Wishing everyone a suitably ghastly Halloween. Just remember what happens if you have too much fun!
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Well apart from watching a good episode of Buffy, nothing much happened here in Kettering.
I had bought sweets for trick-or-treaters (but none came).
I wished one fellow (who was helping me repair the house) “Happy Halloween” – but he was unaware that it was halloween.
Paul Marks.
Around here was crawling with trick-or-treaters… one group of rather older ones being herded around by a very decorous lass in a very fetching catsuit. Meow!
I am….er know werewolves in London and they they look nothing like that. I spent tonight with a film crew following me around at the Vampyre Connexion Halloween Party. Jolly good fun, especially there were 3 camera crews in residence. Of course I had my own personal one, to make sure I got enough “face-time”.
For the first time in years, I decide to hang around to pass out candy to trick-or-treaters… and no kids show up.
I’m now hoping for a fully-grown woman in a cat suit…
Wonder who that could be? I get to see that in a few hours time 🙂 Oh yeah and I have to help her in and out of it. No rest for the wicked eh?
Well, my flatmate was accosted in his pub by guys aged about 15 who demanded to be bought a round of drinks using the “trick or treat” gambit. It failed.
As for catsuited women, there haven’t been many operating here in Pimlico, which is a crying shame.
I was with a ‘catsuited woman’ last night, the wonderful Niamh, but you would have to be in Newcastle to see us doing our ‘Dance-scene-out-of-Fatal-Attraction-Party-Piece’. We never have to pay for any more drinks after that 🙂
Hallowe’en in Costa Rica is a riot. I was out till three partying and still got into work by 9 am. I won the fancy dress prize at the bar with my Uncle Fester costume. Took me 90 mins (and three disposable razors) to shave my head but the look on my friends’ faces was worth it. I now have a head-sized case of razor burn. Ouch!
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guess that pumpkin had too much candy
I thought dressing as a drunken socialite would put me halfway towards explaining why I looked so tired before we even got to Salem.
Besides, it was too cold in Boston to run around in just that skimpy black dress, let alone a catsuit… 😉