October 31st, 2005


Spooky Stuff Indeed

A priest, an Englishman and Satan walk into an airport. Hmmm, that sounds like the start of a bad joke doesn't it. But I can assure you that it wasn't. As I stood in Birmingham Airport waiting for the arrival of my Mother I found myself standing between a priest and a child dressed-up as Satan. For a moment I considered that I was part of some elaborate set-up. Alas, no. It was simply my life being odd... as per usual.

Anyways, that aside, my Mother's back home safely. Of course, I use the word 'safe' in its loosest of senses because going on her current track record she's anything but safe. A walking liability would be a fair assessment. In fact, we've already been arguing about it. A lot.

Regardless, it's Hallowe'en! Having already been to a dire fancy dress party on Saturday I'm on the lookout for something much more fun to do tonight. Maybe a party where I'm not one of the only two people who bothered to make a costume. Although given that most people at the party were the mental equivalent of a potato I suppose that I'd set my hopes a touch too high in regards to their creative potential. It was actually so boring that I did a runner with a bottle of vodka and made my way homeward in the rain; a journey which was punctuated by almost stepping on a monstrous toad. However, given that I was barefoot at the time and he was so big I probably wouldn't have done too much damage.

Sorry, I appear to have digressed. It's Hallowe'en. I must do something interesting...