Good evening people. All Hallow's Eve is upon us once again. This time last week here in Cruel Britannia, the clocks went back one hour, thereby plunging us hapless inhabitants into the season of death and decay, which the more seasonally deluded of you out there are wont to refer to as Autumn. Not I though. Despair all ye who enter this season.
So, anyone who's been paying even vague attention around here will recall that I'm all in favour of scarey stuff. Other commitments have prevented me from doing the Halloween thing for a few years now, but this year, falling on a Saturday as it does, things are looking up. Not that I'm planning on leaving the house dressed as Wonder Woman or Charlie Chaplin as our U.S. cousins have taken to doing though. If I ever dress as Wonder Woman I tend to do it indoors anyway. Too chilly.
No sir, Halloween still equates to scarey around these parts, so I've a shortlist of movies that must be watched. Not sure what yet, but the Blair Witch Project is looking good. I've also ordered pizza that has the mushrooms fashioned into the likeness of a laughing skull. If I can obtain scarey alcohol locally, I'm getting that too. I even have a black cat resident in Chéz Sonique for the evening. Yes, really.
Moooohahahahaaaa!