Ram's horns.

Ever since I saw these outside on the path next to the pentagram drawn in blood this morning, I've had the urge to apply quite a lot of kohl around my eyes, wear a semi transparent negligee, dance like the girl from the 'Tales of the Unexpected" and watch Jeremy Clarkson on a loop.

If you see me even undo the top button of my sensible chemise, you have my permission to stab me through the heart with a Donny Osmond cassette tape.