Scream if you want more sugar!

Backblipped from beyond the grave, this is our Euan (the old man) and his freaky friends heading out Trick or Treating on Halloween.

The torrential downpours didn't stop them gathering in a good haul of hyperactivity inducing goodies and their 'act' went down pretty well they said. This involved werewolf No.1 ringing doorbell and howling at the moon as the door opened. Then the little old man hobbled up on his walking stick whilst a mobile phone started to play some dance music. The walking stick was then thrown away and the old man 'busts' some break-dance moves on the doorstep, whilst the other do their best Supremes support in the background. My comfy cardigan will never be the same.

I also very much enjoyed seeing the reaction when we had trick or treaters at our door as I offered them a bucket full of potatoes, parsnip, onion and carrot whilst saying that all the good stuff had gone. Bless the wee buggers, as most of them politely dipped their hands and thanked us rather quizzically all the same. Mrs Delphwynd says I may be contacted by Childline.

Of course, they did all get their treat eventually though, except one zombie who was more than happy to keep his carrot.