7A. Bell Book and Candle. This sounds obvious, the bell would be easy, the Good Book should be OK, but the rule regards the Candle, was that it had to be lit. Imagine trying to handle a DF set, a torch, and a lit candle, whilst avoiding tree branches brambles and tree roots. John also put this one in a difficult place to find a way into, in the middle of the M6/M62 cloverleaf interchange.... yes there are fields in the middle, however, due to the widening of the M6 at Warrington the bridge we used then has been demolished.

It must have seemed very odd to local residents to see grown men wandering about with Bibles ringing bells and carrying candles on All Souls Night....

7B. Helmeted Vikings with bejewelled broadswords. This one also led to some ingenuity in costume as the helmet also had to include wings. Some even made flapping wings. One competitor even adapted his sons early plastic model sword with embedded flashing Led’s to comply with the rule.

7C. Witches and Broomsticks. Imagine seeing three or four cars draw to a steaming halt outside a wood; the occupants all getting out, donning black pointed hats and capes, and run off into the undergrowth grasping broomsticks (which one time also had to include navigation lights) Loonies...

7D. Handbags. At the time of Maggies demise, the event required that you carry a voluminous Thatcherite hand bag. Most wives had thrown them out in the 60’s, so it was a visit to an elderly Aunt , or the Oxfam shop... we all duly complied with the rule, but none of us found John that night, so we used the handbags to beat him with when he came out of hiding.(we think it was the pixies having a hand in events)

7E. The last and best remembered of these events is Whizbangs; remembered not for costume requirements, but for events later that night as the event closed. Some of us had taken fireworks with us to let off as it was nearing 5^th. November, and as we finished we would let them off. As the station was in a country park area, near to a wildlife (sic) sanctuary, the bangs alerted the locals who called the police to investigate. When Mr. Plod arrived in his van and told us of the reports that someone was shooting at the birds, we explained about the high jinks and some minor shop bought fireworks.... They seemed satisfied with the explanation and got back into their van to drive off on other more important business. Just then , out of the corner of our eyes, we saw the trail of John halls Firework zooming off into the sky.... He had gotten hold of a marine maroon, launched from a 4’ long steel tube it went up to 1000’ and when it exploded could have been heard 7-8 miles away. ‘OH DEAR’, we thought, ‘We’re in trouble now, the Cops would bound to be back’. At a range of 1000’, the explosion literally shook the back of the police van as if a terrier had got hold of a rat. But, obviously seeing sense, the police shook it off and drove on. (Since then we have banned fireworks)