With the theme almost certainly self explanatory, I decided to go for the old classic of 'dressing like a homeless tramp' idea.. However, that then manifested in to a 'tramp that had fallen out of a train on to the live tracks' idea and this is the one I decided on.
Sam went for the modern classic of painting his face green, with some black around his eyes and mouth and putting some orange in his hair - whilst wearing baggy pants and and a white t-shirt. Have to say though, he pulled that look off bloody well.
Stephen went for that old chestnut of 'blacking up your face so it looks like your eyes are dead white'. Emma did the same (I say did the same, what I meant is 'originally coming up with the idea') but her eyes looked utterly amazing, like seriously freaky.
Our flat was decked out like a Halloween flavoured abode and it was then we started to drink.
The whole party doused their innards in booze and as more and more people came, the louder that collective got.
ALT, Annie Jones and Gene turned up a little later - ALT was dressed like a chav and had the most annoying chav-accent ever, but she's got experience, being from Warrington of course. Jones came as Cruella-de-Vil, which looked mint.. But I couldn't help thinking: 'She's just too nice for that role.. just too nice!' Gene appeared to have been run over by a small tractor. It couldn't have been a car, as the tyre tracks were just too substantial. Also, being the keen onlooker that I am, I noticed that when Gene had been run over, he wasn't wearing a t-shirt. A little odd, maybe?
We went and scoped out the party downstairs, for which Harry et al were hosting. That was a bloody good do, they had blood on their cupboards and sweet decorations - I felt like Halloween had finally arrived in Block 7.. That was a nice feeling.
Later on..
Emma went missing (think bathroom, think random guy, think oo err misses..)
Melling was pestering like a child (twat?) to go in to town, so we got a Mr Khan taxi - He will sort you out, no problem.
Waited 20 minutes with about 1million dickheads outside Castle Irwell and as Mr Khan turned up, 750,000 of the dickheads rushed towards him and tried to take him from us. But he was wise and read the situation like a pro.
"No!" He grinned. "I'm here for Dan." Alriiiiiight.. So we got in, which was great for us, but not for the pissedupbitchgirl who had decided to come in as well.
"Where are you going?" I politely asked.
"Blahhhillegalraveinswinton" She croaked.
"Sorry love, you'll have to piss off." I explained.
"Don't tell me to piss off, you twat.. Be nice to me." She apologetically remarked.
Mr Khan drove off, his head held high with 3 of the nicest people in the world in transit.
We got in to town. Didn't go in font, didn't want to go to Joshua Brooks (Bloody £7 to get in!) Melling said his fair wells and me and Sam proceeded to walk home.
Highlight moment of that story:
I'd found an unused Police cone and put it on my head. Sam came up with a great idea of chasing me shouting, "He's got my cone!"
You can bet the hundreds of people who saw us will remember that forever. A green fella with black eyes and a black mouth, chasing a pale fella with blood coming out of his ears through Manchester. Superb, honest.
I used it as a megaphone later - It served me well and it now takes pride of place next to my heater.
1 hour 30 minutes later we were back home. Looked at Siobhan who had passed out, talked to a bladdered Nicole, got told to shhhh ( I was megaphoning our arrival) by Terri and then went to bed.
The end of Halloween 2009.
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