6.30pm The London Dungeon I shuffle past beheaded witches and
screaming skeletons (still clinging to the cloakroom attendant’s hand)
to find Carlton Digital Sales and media agency folk hanging out in the
The ghoulish bash is to celebrate the London Dungeon’s sponsorship of
Carlton Screen’s Halloween weekend.
Mark ’Elvis’ Mawston, Carlton Digital’s silver-tongued account manager,
is schmoozing MindShare and MediaVest above the rattling of chains and
After a few glasses of champagne with ’eyeballs’ (lychees) we are
summoned into a courtroom to be sentenced to death. The Grim Reaper
takes us on a boat ’down the Thames’, past various forms of torture
before reaching the firing squad. We are then ’shot’.
Feeling surprisingly chipper, we get stuck in to more champers. Everyone
is ’mullered’, as agency sales manager and resident Italian stallion
John De Napoli delicately puts it. Bombshellette Natalie Gartshore
pleads: ’If I don’t look absolutely gorgeous you won’t print my photo
will you?’ ’Course not, love.
9.30pm Hornimans at the Hay Those who escape from the dungeons stagger
down to the improbably named Thames-side pub to recover. I don’t spot
any horny men, but chat to somebody called Malcolm about diving. He’s a
pleasant chap, but it’s hardly love at first bite.