This tooooooown is comin' like a ghost town ....

Cor blimey, i got into work this morning to discover that the place hadn't been unexpectedly quarantined, but transformed ...

Transformed into a fiesta of orange and black tinsel

Imagine what would've happened if Quentin Crisp had met Karl Lagerfeld :

Karl : I vant haloveen to be heppy, i vont to see happy fesses who lite up, not ze glum, gotic depresedness offf otum, i vont lite to be let to ze darkness, i vont zelebration, i vont blick to be replaceted wiff wyte

Quentin : Leave it all to me my little darlin'

And *hop* as if my magic, my humdrum corner of WorldCorp has been turned into a strange, hybrid mix, of a filthy minded Santa's grotto crossed with Dante's inferno and revisited by Babara Cartland ...

I know, very difficult to imagine, but ... that's where it's at

Phrase du jour qui tue :

"Bahhn oui ehh, je prends ma journée demain. Parce que moi, je fais partie de ceux qui on reservé leur billet pour le premier jour de 'Zis Is zit'. Une heure, cinquante quatre minutes de bonheur"

Bien entendu, ça vient du BoyIdiot