Hallowe'en a couple years ago.
I was wearing one of Setanta's t-shirts, a pair of his jeans, carrying one of his ciggies and a curling broom.
I was "the man at the arena" that year. I scared the bejezuz out of a coupla of the gals in the i.t. department. I grunted all day.
I'll do anything to win a costume prize - even haul brooms and pillows to the office early in the morning.