Unfortunately when we went to the StarBar on Tuesday night armed with our medley of knives, assorted pumpkin torture devices and four rather nervous pumpkins there was no Jim to be found. He’d had to call the great pumpkin carving off due to having a headache. That guy works far too hard and was probably keeling over.
I was very disappointed as I’d been looking forward to hanging out with him and watching the master work and without Jim the evening suddenly seemed rather lacklustre.
However, last night our energies returned and Bill and I camped out on the porch and by the disappearing light of an eclipsing moon we carved us some more scary creations.
I reincarnated my attempt at an owl pumpkin from the first time I visited Atlanta. Without the jet lag I think it came out a million times better.
Bill’s pumpkin menaces and terrorises beneath a lunar eclipse