Batastrophe!

He's been at it again, I told him it was doomed to failure but would that bloody bat listen. I refer of course to Mister Squeaky's latest dismal business failure. Giant Rubber Goth Bats are not natural entertainers for childrens parties, after all in the wild they don't normally eat jelly and custard - foods which I might add you don't need advanced echo location to hunt down and devour, and they are usually a little bit too on the obsessively morbid side, something like having a skeleton at the feast but without the jolly grin. Mind you I do have a tiny bit of sympathy with his idea of a birthday party based on "The Wicker Man" although I feel that putting the child who's birthday it was inside it, striking the matches and singing like the Lord Summerisle took it a little bit too far - at least the parents haven't pressed charges and I think someone might be going on an extended tour of the carpathians again...