Miracle of miracles someone actually decided to hire me for 7 hours a week.
They then invited me to their Halloween party in Brixton [the flyer has nothing to do with it, it’s a bit shit. I drew it for a job interview in a day or so].
I doubt I’d have gone for my employers bash if the party hadn’t been down the road from the flat and I hadn’t spent 3 hours the night before coerced into helping them carve pumpkins.
A white guy in a Santa suit wearing a ‘black man’ mask
A guy in a Scooby-Doo suit doing the ‘robot’
One girl in a white top that looked fairly normal aside from the large bloody syringe sticking out from just above her left breast.
Two chalky white geisha girls.
Sexy striped and masked bank robber girl
A blond girl in a very sexy red evening dress with roses in her hair and on her arm
A Friday the 13th chainsaw guy in lumberjack shirt
A girl scout with a fake [and quite creatively made] bomber back pack.
And of course the nearly mandatory multiple slutty-vampire-goth-girls-for-one-night-only.
And last but not least a group of 5 girls who came attired as the 5 stages of Britney Spears:
Teen Britney, sexed-up Britney, pregnant track-suited Britney, trashy Britney, crazed bald Britney.
You know what would be a great costume for next year? A full on burqha.