Halloween marks the beginnings of winter. Last night we had fireworks on the College island, beside the punting lake which, for four days now, has been out of season. Autumn at Wolfson has hitherto been without cold and without panic; it is impossible to be lonely within the confines of this haunted annexe.
Last night was for cross-dressing, and I was hauled over a college wall by the ghost of Anne Boleyn. We broke into St Anthony’s as a troupe of drag queens in white fox and blonde wigs, girls in dungarees, and masks and glitter and Donna Summer. Running through college beforehand, sober, shouting through bonfire crowds to our lawn on the river: this is so wonderful.
We had a sleepover last night. Three drag queens in blankets, cooking pasta and listening to Cher before the inevitable Recovery Sunday. What a weekend.
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