An old friend invited me to their hallowed eve house party and I couldn’t say no. Despite having been out on the Thursday following a Refused/Thrice gig followed by Satans Hollow (The best place in Manchester for Halloween, lets face it) and thinking that I could turn it up to 11 and do it harder a couple of days later.
Suffering from a Columbian Cold when you’re already sore from a previous Belgian Flu and taking yourself into a 12 hour double shift of taking pictures nobody is likely to see is one of my personal self-abuse records. The point I’m leading to here is that getting dressed up and acting stupid is worth the consequential pain that follows. Halloween will always be fun, as long as you know how to have it.