LIFESTYLE
Originally published on Monday, 27 October 2008
Nightmare
Summer's over folks - or as we like to call it here in London: monsoon season. London may be the only city in the world where, when it starts to get sunny, you know it's finally Autumn.
But even without the weather, I can tell the changing of the seasons by the fact I get the same reoccurring nightmare. Not one filled with goblins and ghouls – or more pressingly, a London with thousands less City boys (the horror, I'll starve) – but a terrible dream about forgetting Hallowe'en.
Since I was a wee child, I've had the same nightmare – it’s Hallowe'en, and somehow I don't have a costume. I wake up panting in fear. Literally, just thinking about it gives me the shakes, because honestly, nothing on God's green Earth would be worse.
Which is why I've got Walking Wardrobe on speed dial. The new company offer costumes on tap, which for an anxiety-ridden costume-loving fantasy fiend like me is pure heaven. And because this is the only time of year where one is permitted to go out in mixed company as a Bordello Slut/Pirate Moll/Period Whore, frankly, I plan to milk it.
