Black Swan Halloween

so,another storming set at the black swan in shefford.all the fully satisfied,deafened punters have fallen off their stools and staggered home,not necesarilly their own...and were left to pack up all the gear,and wind our way home,and try and sleep with all the adrenalin still whirling round our heads and the blood still pumping thru our veins. but then,some bright spark said-lets go to the spooky church,high on haunted hill! what the hell,its halloween! so we did!

up the wibbly wobbly lane, thru the spooky looking trees,and finally after much falling over in the dark field we get there...only to find theres bloody loads of other similarily minded people! its like most haunted,but sadly yvette fielding wasnt there,but instead there was beetlejuice and dracula! both running round in the dark,scaring the bejeesus out of all the poor helpless women,as you can tell from the wide eyed claude...hee hee 20 or so mobile phones franticly tryed in vain to capture his image,but he was a slippery little bugger popping up when you least expected him!

when comunicating with these otherworldly creatures,we happened to mention we were in the mighty and what do you know? our reputation as the greatest rock band in bedfordshire,had travelled as far as the underworld! so,after much badgering, we gave them an impromtue performance, in the pitch black,under the stars,of the only apropriate song we couldthink of... highway to hell! with them all joining in,it was like the choir of the undead bringing forth a little bit of magic!

(thats supposed to be spooky laughter,but it dont look right written down... try doing it in your best vincent price voice...)