Halloween in Brighton now more like Hell-oween

After last year's full-on party (back-breaking preparation and flu chaos) and the previous week's White Night partying, Halloween took a back-seat like an evil midget hitcher with a blunt pen knife. Brighton was full of part-time zombies (turning up with a bit of blood and ripped clothes isn't really a costume mate) and wannabe Timewarpers for the world record attempt. I still had a bit more mileage to use from last year's costume so the Crazy 88 look (not the Green Lantern) got a public appearance. Kerry wore some impressive make-up to go with her new red hair dye but the rest of us didn't bother.

It was chaos in town with zombies and Frank N Furters and if you weren't dressed up then you looked a little out of place. Audio was our only appearance out but after 2 minutes a psychic decision was made not to stay even after escaping the main room for the DJ back-room which wasn't as glamourous as you'd think. A smoke and a drink upstairs just confirmed everyone's need to get away from the tourist/student rabble.

Back at Paul's and a few more friends had turned up and a few too many DJs meaning sets were reduced to 30 minutes each. I think my tough set of Vitalic, Etienne de Crecy, MSTRKRFT's Vuuvuu etc. went down quite well with the Disco Dungeon old regime, clearing the recent disco cobwebs but was followed too closely (for some people) with Motown soul disco. Kerry's cocktail idea of Liquid Bubblegum shooters (blue curasco, creme de banana and Baileys) helped break the ice between the old school ravers and disco-loving locals as well as the other party prescriptions.

Sunday was another write-off watching the very impressive Abu Dhabi Grand Prix (though quite a dull race), eating a banana then having a white-out having to go to bed at about 6:30pm.