Here's Neal. He came as Tory Economics - back from the dead and wreaking havoc. I came as The Late David Mitchell, with fine zombie makeup. Nobody noticed I was in character. Lots more pictures here.
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Showing posts with label Halloween. Show all posts
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Be afraid…
A couple of weeks ago, I attended the most over-the-top party since Nero: Howard J is an American and knows no limits. In honour of Hallowe'en, there were zombies. Interestingly carved pumpkins. Burning trash. An actual car overturned and trashed in the garden, skinned bodies climbing out of the bath, an Angel of Death, a zombie soundtrack, a DJ, suicides complete with sticky entrails, burning pallets… and a photographer.
Here's Neal. He came as Tory Economics - back from the dead and wreaking havoc. I came as The Late David Mitchell, with fine zombie makeup. Nobody noticed I was in character. Lots more pictures here.
Here's Neal. He came as Tory Economics - back from the dead and wreaking havoc. I came as The Late David Mitchell, with fine zombie makeup. Nobody noticed I was in character. Lots more pictures here.
Monday, 2 November 2009
Monstrous Monday
Hello all. Survived the trick or treaters? I live in an apartment block, so didn't get any (slightly disappointing - I could have abused them via videophone. Anyway, Iustin and Laura, Emma, Neal and I all toddled off to Howard's haunted house in the woods, which he'd customised: body parts, werewolves and electrical devices all over the place. The less said about the sex doll in the driver's seat of Howard's matt black '69 Cutlass, the better…
I was dressed as the priest from The Omen, complete with cross (constructed by Neal), and my massive, brass-bound 19th-century Bible. In Welsh. It's still there - someone snaffled it, but I trust Howard to find it. We drank rough wine, chatted to lots of students and colleagues for as long as we could stand, danced a little, and like good old people in our 30s, were sound asleep by 3 o'clock. Well, Neal and Emma were snoring away in my armchairs, very uncomfortably, while I watched The Thick of It before retiring. All hail Howard!
I didn't take photos, as I left my camera at work, but Emma did take some, which I've posted here. Don't be scared!
Sunday was therefore a bit of a washout. I fed the animals, we all sat round reading The Observer and The Irish Times, then I went to bed, having completely lost my voice. This is still the case - I'm at work, slaving away, but won't be starring in Tosca (or any lectures) for a while yet…
I was dressed as the priest from The Omen, complete with cross (constructed by Neal), and my massive, brass-bound 19th-century Bible. In Welsh. It's still there - someone snaffled it, but I trust Howard to find it. We drank rough wine, chatted to lots of students and colleagues for as long as we could stand, danced a little, and like good old people in our 30s, were sound asleep by 3 o'clock. Well, Neal and Emma were snoring away in my armchairs, very uncomfortably, while I watched The Thick of It before retiring. All hail Howard!
I didn't take photos, as I left my camera at work, but Emma did take some, which I've posted here. Don't be scared!
Sunday was therefore a bit of a washout. I fed the animals, we all sat round reading The Observer and The Irish Times, then I went to bed, having completely lost my voice. This is still the case - I'm at work, slaving away, but won't be starring in Tosca (or any lectures) for a while yet…
Thursday, 30 October 2008
If You Go Down In The Woods Tomorrow
…you're in for a big surprise: because I'm one of the howling ghosts in the wood!
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