It had to happen, really. The Halloween Party on Saturday night that Krissa and I went to called for a costume, or random items from the Costume Box of Embarrassment and Doom would be unleashed. A spot of dash with a hat, a few scarves and a screwdriver from under the sink, and the transformation was more or less complete. The hat was a floppy woman's hat that didn't fit me...or Krissa for that matter, and had to be held in a foppish curve through judiciously applied coathanger and a small parrot feather. I hope you all had a good weekend, and you, as D puts it, didn't kill too many small children.
There are a few more pictures from the party on my flickr profile Click on the image and then cycle forwards of backwards through my photos.
There are a few more pictures from the party on my flickr profile Click on the image and then cycle forwards of backwards through my photos.
Bloody hell! I thought I looked scary ;o)
That is well and truly ace! Er, if you'll pardon the pun. You've got the mad Tom Baker stare down too ;-)
oooo-WEEEE-ooooooo! Weeee-ooo-woooo!
And I managed to get through the weekend with only the bodies of four small children littering my doorstep, aren't you proud of me?