Oh-oh! It's that time of year again - Halloween. The dreaded time when spooky ghouls and witches come out to play.
And even worse...the dreaded time when Yours Truly gets dressed up in some ridiculous costume by Missus! I'm still 'haunted' from years gone by where I miraculously morphed into a
ghost, a
wizard,
Dracula and, scariest of them all,
'Lord Gaga'.
This year, it took me a while to work out what Missus had in store fro me...
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| Surely I'm not supposed to be a 'choirboy'? That's not very scary... |
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| ...and a 'priest' is even less intimidating! |
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| Making me into a 'woman' would be scary...but not very relevant to Halloween... |
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| ...Although I quite like the idea of becoming 'Stevie Wonder'. "I just called, to say, I love FOOD". |
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| Things were taking a turn towards the bizarre. I looked like I was dressed to play snooker. |
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| And what the heck am I supposed to be now? Amish? |
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| A 'highwayman'? |
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| Finally it all became clear. I'm a swashbuckling pirate like Jack Sparrow. |
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| But I'm much better looking than Johnny Depp! |
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| My name is 'Horrible Homer - the hooked hooligan of the high seas'. (But you can call me Homer for short). |
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| "Yahaarrr me hearties...a Happy Halloween to you all!" |
