Saturday 2 November
"But isn't violence bad?"
"No, son, 'violins'. Violins are bad. That screeching music is gonna ruin the goddamn country!"
Halloween crept up on us like a zombie from a shallow grave. Well, not exactly, it had been in the planning for about 3 weeks culminating in a costume disaster that almost brought the whole thing to an anticlimactic end. But there it was and we were ready to face the hoards of All Hallows' Eve.
I had dressed up as a giant inflatable penis. Standard.
The party was a fantastic success ending in a game of beer (cider) pong at 4am in the morning. As you do.