The Ghost of Marilyn

No wonder his sister's shaking her head.

And, just like the ghost of Miss Monroe, this too may come back to haunt certain members of the Delph Wynd Daily household in years to come.

Not sure what the reason was behind Euan's decision to dress as Marilyn Monroe for this year's Halloween festivities, but the dress and wig were bought, the lipstick was applied, and the bra has been stuffed. I had already began to compose my opening gambit of the father-son chat that was rapidly forming in my head as I took his and his big sister's photo here. Then he walked across the room in his high heels and the premonition of Euan asking his careers adviser what was the best way to get a part in the Ladyboys of Bangkok stage show disappeared. His wee hairy legs looked he was straddling a horse as he clumped his way out of the room liked he'd soiled himself, whilst squeezing the contents of his bra at the same time to try and make them look more like what he'd seen in Some Like it Hot. God only knows what his younger cousin thought as he sat unquestioningly terrified on the couch watching this all unfold and unflop (he had arrived at the door to see if Euan was coming out to play as this dress rehearsal was taking place).

I can only apologise to the neighbours who will be subjected to this sight hobbling towards their door at Halloween looking for some trick (steady...) or treat. Please give generously. BIC disposable razors especially welcomed.