Secondly, one would have thought the Spectre of Death walking up and down the platform may have caused some concern.
Fortunately, our Spectre of Death had read Terry Pratchett, and consequently ONLY EVER SPOKE IN CAPITAL LETTERS.Our band of happy, and hopefully slightly uneasy customers all seemed to have a jolly good time, and the volunteers who played the various roles all seemed to quite enjoy themselves.
It’s quite rare for a membership’s democratic opinion to be expressed by a flaming torch and stake wielding mob, but it’s all about freedom of expression really isn’t it?
