Hot Zombie

Happy Halloween Folks, lets all sacrifice a Goat! Okay maybe just a chicken that's already dead and make it into a nice sandwich.

Over here in sunny (gloomy) Britain Halloween is not celebrated that much at all, just annoying older kids/teenagers knocking on your door demanding treats. If you dare to say no they egg your car, well not at my house because i would chase them down the road with a pitched fork. You should always have a pitched fork handy to chase annoying teenagers and sales men (its my hobby).

Actually if i opened the door dressed as i was on Saturday they would probably run anyway, although i was called a hot zombie (high praise indeed). Why was i dressed up like a hot or not zombie? Every year for the past three years my sister Jemma has had a Halloween party on the Saturday nearest to Halloween. This year it also doubled up as a leaving do for them, as they left for Hamburg on Monday. Jemma and the kids will be back for a while but Ste officially starts work this coming Monday, so he has to stay over there and get a house sorted.

I put the minimum effort into my outfit,a bit of make up, fake blood on face, mess up hair and whack on a blood stained lab coat! Voila! you get this:

Run children! Run!

The outfit is perfect for making cocktails as i get to spill things and it just blends in with the blood stains. Ste (sisters fella) has some very funny friends and they always put a lot of effort into their outfits, from a German Solider, Edward Scissor Hands, Mel B, Afro Man and a Nun. Men love to dress up and seem to relish the chance to wear women's clothes.

After one too many cocktails strange things start to happen, Mel B getting it on with Hitler wearing a wig.

Happy Halloween!