Went on a ghost walk on Wednesday night with the top-hatted (if a little shorter than expected) Mr P. Dreadful. What's the P stand for? Don't know, maybe Pretty?? Purposefully??
It wasn't exactly the most atmospheric of nights - the summer arrived on Monday and stayed right through until *looks outside* yesterday. A great night for drinking outside - oh well we had a couple of drinks beforehand to get us going. There was only 10 of us including the ringmaster and his researcher and they took us all round notorious hot-ghost-spots - from a young lad who (was too late) in changing his mind about hanging himself to a transvestite who gets a little handsy with the male clientele who wear leather trousers at a popular club.
He told us a very lengthy zombie tale about work-men who thought they could steal from the dead without consequence - not my favourite story as the whisky shandy I had earlier had had enough and was trying to force itself out of my bladder. Quick pee-break later and we were on our way to hear about an angel-faced white lady who likes to kill for laughs, a cannibalistic minister and a heart-broken gentleman who haunts the local job centre.
An interesting night although ghost stories always work better in the dark.
