You can't really have failed to notice Halloween this year. The wind was howling through streets, the rain beating its way through even the toughest rooftops, and as if that wasn't scary enough, Bill's makeup was streaming down his face. So what better way to spend a windy, wet night than squeezing yourself into Wild Fruit for some chilling choonz.

The turn-out was amazing, given that there were no trains due to the wrong kind of trees on the track, the motorways were closed, the hailstones were vicious and wind was wailing. And the costumes! Hardly a rented pumpkin-suit in sight!