I spent this Halloween/Samhain dressed up as Russell, poking about in bushes, going around slapping any person dressed as a fairy/faery/faerie/fee/fae/fayrie/fey. The slapping part was out of character, but by that time I was too drunk to care.

Then I played my own part in the fae revolution by stripping off and running around naked in the fields.

Actually, I have no idea what I did this Halloween because I was too busy painting for this new show thing. Halloween lost its charm for me once people stopped giving me sweets and instead told me they'd call the police if I didn't go away or at least put some clothes on.

Or something.