Gore and jewellery come together in horrific style!
A day of blood, beads and mayhem on the South coast of England.
On Halloween 2009 outside Brighton train station, at 3pm precisely, several hundred, blood soaked, entrail trailing, wailing figures grouped together for the annual zombie march, now in its third year. The website had warned to keep small children away as ‘they don’t know the difference’ but my almost three year old son loved it.
A gaggle of zombie Grannies
Brighton being the city it is (full of hip young and old things) made the event look more like a warped fashion parade than the Night of the Living Dead. There really were some marvellous costumes from a group of zombie Grannies to a couple of road workers impaled by a “Give Way” sign. There was even a man dressed, quite randomly, as a giant tomato.
Dawn of the Dead
White shows cosmetically applied blood and ketchup up perfectly!
It all became rather farcical when a steward mistakenly sent fifty stragglers the wrong way through Churchill Square – the main shopping centre. Messy creatures wandered aimlessly amongst bemused shoppers until the steward realised his mistake. The bloody hordes converged and continued their journey to the seafront. I overheard one irate shopper, trying to squeeze past, say “It’s no good Martin, we’ll have to go the other way. This is horrendous!” Horrendous yes, but done with such style!
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Wish I’d been there, I love zombeads!!
Ha ha! I see what you did there Ruby Tuesday. ‘Zombeads’ – very witty!