Many things went bump in the night on a global scale last Saturday night. We've compiled a handy gallery of all the happenings across the planet on Halloween.
Dublin didn't let the side down (much); here's a few loaded sorts getting on down in Krystle nightclub, along with the manager Conor Buckly and presenter Kathryn Thomas. The Breffmiester also managed to turn up. He must've gone as an off-duty yachtsman, or some such.
Members of The Saturdays also did their duty and dressed up as kinky Ghostbusters, while Una donned some fangs along with her fellah who just fancied getting the abs out for the evening.
And what would Halloween be without Jordan getting her scary bumps out. She whipped herself from a book signing in Dublin, into some rubber ensemble at the Bloodlust Ball Party in London but a few hours later. Seemingly Alex was doing the round in a fishnet onesie but, alas, WENN have spared us that visual atrocity.
In Las Vegas, Holly Madison celebrated her Hollyween party with someone called Laura (not Lara) Croft. And that was about it. Elsewhere in Vegas, Annalynn McCord hung out with her sisters some more. Apparently one of them (Rachel in the middle there) wants to celebrate being 21 forever. Angel, however, is happy enough for her crotchular area to be the sole talking point of her slutty prisoner get up.
In L.A., La Toya Jackson went as Rainbow Bright on dodgy disco biscuits, while over at Heidi Klum's annual Halloween Ball, Kelly Osbourne and her fiance did a poor turn as bland bacon and eggs. Heidi, as usual, went to great lengths to look freaky, as Seal looked as enthused as he usually does at these things. Perez Hilton turned out almost better than GaGa could've; I've never found Jessica Alba to be less attractive, which makes a refreshing change given the rig out of most females on all Hallow's eve; and Paris Hilton seemed just thrilled to be there, with her wee Doug. Doug probably turned a trick first, which is probably why Paris was seen walking the streets, miffed and alone, in the wee hours of Sunday morning.
Finally, we go back over to Blighty to check out the attendees of Jonathan Ross's Halloween Party. We have Jack Dee as an inept surgeon; a perennially distressed David Mitchell as a vampire (perhaps he wanted to go as a geologist but they'd run out of tweed jackets with reinforced elbows); Claudia Winkleman exhibited the height of originality; Dara O'Briain apparently wants to slash Robert Smith's throat; while Charlie Brooker came as a slightly dazzled critic who can't quite believed he's getting papped outside Jonathan Ross's house.
As for the host himself; Ross provided the scariest picture of all. Not the full frontal of him as Edward Scissorhands… it's the rear view that's giving me the sweats.
*cowers*