Cathouse – 31-10-12 – HALLOWEEN

Thanks to a midweek Halloween, I went to bed at 4.30am, and had to get up at 7am. My eyes hurt and I’m completely shattered, but there’s no way I was letting anybody else work what’s become affectionately known as ‘Goth Christmas’ – the biggest night of the year.

I’ve never been a big fan of Halloween (let the abuse commence!) – partly because I’m not really one for dressing up, but also partly because I’ve always looked fairly outlandish as a starting point; there’s not too much you can do when you’ve already got pink hair and white glasses. Saying that, I guess it makes some sense that those who are most open to colouring their skin and hair every day will relish the opportunity to really push the boat out.

… or maybe they just like the blood.

Whatever. I’d never banked on this holiday being such a big deal until I started work at the Cathouse all those many moons ago, but it’s now up there with the best of them.

Apparently the police ‘advised’ nightclubs in Glasgow not to let anybody in dressed as Jimmy Savile, for fear of there being riots.


The less I say on this, the better probably.

(Nice to see the police acting in an extrajudicial fashion again though. Maybe they should regulate all of our individual choices in future? I’m sure it’s for the best.)

These guys even had the ‘blue stuff’ in their Los Pollos bag.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, go check out Breaking Bad. Immediately.

Mid-week Halloween usually means that the celebrations stretch across more than one night. This has the unfortunate effect that by the time the actual night itself rolls round, I’ve usually rendered my costume un-wearable due to the antics that have gone before. As a result, I resort to tactics such as putting in stupid coloured contact lenses and wearing different hats.

I’m sure that counts.

When it came to dishing out £500 for the best costume, there was really no contest.

I’ve actually been known to look like this guy below.

Minus the garlic.

This guy actually had the vacant smile down to a tee.

This guy paid some inordinate amount of cash for this Deadmau5 head.

Over and out. I’m done.

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