Ma chi sono io?

Supergirl asked me for a cigarette last night. I didn't have one, but happened to be carrying a maraca at the time, so offered her that instead. She seemed quite pleased with it. But then, she was spectacularly drunk. So I talked to Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde instead.

I was only able to be there for an hour, so didn't bother dressing up. This is fine because when people ask who you've come as, you can tell them to guess, and enjoy the various struggles to answer. Beats being one of the Zorros, anyhow. Meanwhile Clara is convinced I am Harold from 1970s cult classic Harold and Maude.

I don't shag OAPs though. Just wanted to make that clear.