Eeek!

Enter...if you dare!

Happy Halloween! I have celebrated my down-under H-day with socially unacceptable enthusiasm, according to my critics. Bah!

OK, so I get that it's seen as an American thing. And that, on the whole, American things aren't really very cool these days. Bah!

But, c'mon peeps! You listen to iPods and watch House and say OK and buy Coca-Cola...can't you give a girl a break if she wants to have a party?

Here's some shots of us government cube farmers living it up...at morning tea time (avert your eyes, taxpayers)! P.S. People have been hidden to protect their identity, or something. Honest. There were people there. Just maybe not when I took photos.

This might look low-budget but, seriously, them decos cost a bomb in Bris-Vegas.

We ate little cakes full of bloooooody stuff...

And the souls of many milk arrowroot ghouls...

We had a scary bat hanging over the comfy tub chair - ha...got you one lawyer man!

We ate ugly cakes, marshmallow ghost and gummy body parts...

The peeps who earn the big bucks shelled out and bought this monstrosity to the party...who says managers can't connect with the common-folk?

And some proved to be bigger kiddies than others...

P.S. The girl behind me (I'm the one with the apparently freaky eye - who knew?) wore a tail, ears and whiskers ALL DAY. Like, she left her house, walked to the train station, sat on the train for 40 minutes, walked from the train station to the office, left the office at lunch to buy food and then went all the way home...balls.