So last night was All Hallows Eve. Which means something like All Saints Day in Olde English. Which is the name the Christians gave to it when they had to come up with a way of rebranding another pagan festival. Which was because they were worried by the heathen idea that since it was the one night of the year when the realms of the living and the dead merged, the best idea was to dress up and go bananas.

Some things never change.

Everyone ended up at Sophie MacPherson’s new place. It’s at the other end of my street and is upstairs from the flat where the triple murder happened. Very Halloweeny I thought.

I went as a zombie and was pretty pleased with my impression of the undead. But top marks and a gold star have to go to Torsten who was a fully functioning microphone. If you spoke to him it got transmitted.


Grrraaaagh… (red-eye courtesy of Kodak)



Nick as Man With Chair On Head.



Neil, the skintight mummy.



Charlie operating Muppet Charlie with his left hand.



The man on in the mic.

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