I ventured out, moustachioed, into the wilds of Guilford complete with my inmate number for easy identification.

 

Along with brother Dan as a clown, no tears for this one, and brother Bob with some inappropriate cultural appropriation upon which I won’t comment upon further, we would rampage through Guilford Mews condos using pillowcases instead of plastic sacks to collect the trick or treat bounty. 

 

Surrey, circa 1976?