The Horror!

Well, that was Hallowe'en. And God it was scary.

It was inhuman, fatal and coming to your town. Yes, I dressed up as George Bush (mask, bag marked toxic, nuclear missile). Which got me some weird looks walking down Watford High Street.

I think I might have been a little too cynical though. You know how when a party just isn't your kind of thing. Still, it was worth it all for the look I gave someone at the party when I got asked to take part in the apple bobbing. I could have spent ages practising that one and never got it right.

And if all else failed, I could have just gone nuclear. You wouldn't want to invite ole dubya to your party, would you?