Friday, 7 November 2014


"This is Halloween, this is Halloween, pumpkins scream in the dead of night..."

I know that it seems like I've disappeared off the face of the Earth but I really needed some time away from blogging. It has felt lately like all my inspiration has been drained away and if I'm honest, I'm not sure it's totally back yet. 

But I had to share with you my spooky evening before Christmas posts started making their way around, otherwise it would have been too late!

So prepare yourself for a devilishly delicious evening of spooktacular fun...

We decided to attend a Halloween event at our local pub, The Cricketer's Inn, who every year dish out one of the most decadent Halloween parties on the block. You know how I like to deck the halls for Christmas? Well, these guys like to deck the ghouls...

...with a well stocked bar, for everyone's spooky shenanigans to continue all night long. 

Although I think this guy was better left to the imagination...bleugh...

No inch of the pub was left undecorated, including the surfaces of the tables...

The rooms were themed as the Dark Dungeon, the Spider Room and the Creepy Carnival.

Of course, it was just my luck that we were sat in the Spider Room, considering I have severe arachnophobia. This fellow should just not be allowed. 

As soon as we sat down, we were presented with a smoking jug cauldron of a mysterious potion (I'm getting in the Halloween spirit, okay!) 

I had the typical lazy costume of a devil; red dress, devil horns, red shoes, DONE. 

While my Dad was Gomez Addams. My mama of course was Morticia Addams, but she doesn't allow her photo on here.

My little brother was one bored little zombie. 

The food came out quickly. It was a set menu with three choices for each course. 

Ham hock terrine with melba toast and home made piccalilli.

And prawn cocktail.

Another shot of my sparkly horns. Can't be a devil without a bit of glamour...and an attempt a smoky eye. What do you think? Did I nail it?

Then for mains; I had skate with a potato croquette and tartare sauce. 

My little brother (who couldn't have the alternative of spaghetti with meatballs due to his wheat intolerance) had steak with gluten free pasta. I didn't manage to get a picture of the meatballs because my mama destroyed hers as soon as it arrived. Blogger problems...

As we ate, monsters appeared at our table...including my distant (and perhaps slightly more realistic) devil relative. 

While others hid deceptively in the shadows...

For dessert we all had Knickerbocker 'Gory's. 

The experience of dining in the darkness and being surrounded by scary looking haunts was extremely exciting. 

I'm always honest here, and I'm really sad to say that the food was the only let down of the evening. Being our local pub, I've eaten at The Cricketer's on numerous occasions and every time the food has been of an extremely high standard. But for some reason on this evening they lost their spark and most of the plates returned to the kitchen unfinished. I would completely recommend them on any other occasion. 

That being said, the evening itself was so much fun and definitely worth dressing up for. The service was also brilliant. Every staff member looked amazing; you could tell they had made the effort for the evening. The place was packed out with punters in fancy dress and an excellent band playing.

I really appreciated that they were dressed as Sweeney Todd and Mrs Lovett...very appropriate for my current musical part!

We laughed and danced well into the night. 

Another shot of my devilish number. 

Dress - Lipsy (old) || Horns - Claire's

But it was soon time for all us little monsters to go to bed, especially with a tipsy boyfriend who ended up turning into a sleeping grizzly bear that night. And I know he reads my blog so, yes! You snored like a bear! 

And of course I stopped being a devil, because you know that if I stayed naughty Santa wouldn't bring me any presents, and that's the holiday I'm really looking forward to!

What was your Halloween costume? Are you a skimper, like me, or do you go all out?


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