A deceased mime artist, a dead member of Kiss and four skeletons met outside the old fire station on Silver Street. The ticket collector was painted; a good start. They exchanged tickets for lime green wristbands and entered into another world…

Inside, Bridewell Island was elaborately decorated with Day Of The Dead graffiti and hangings, offerings to Royal Mail and mullets, and skulls on bicycle seats. A giant corpse bride and groom stood in a giant coffin. The immense effort on show in the decorations was matched by tonight’s crowd; pretty much everyone in attendance had painted themselves up as skeletons or zombies and those stragglers left over could venture upstairs to have the brush of death passed across their faces.

The atmosphere was beautiful. Wondering through the labyrinth one could warm their hands by a fire in the courtyard and be serenaded by a violin playing skeleton Mariachi. In a performance space, the MC, who you may remember from such events as Carny-ville and The Bristol Do, introduced hospital acrobats and a lady called the Black Widow who had a penchant for climbing ropes while singing Metallica's Enter Sandman. The audience of dead revellers audaciously applauded and some fabulous music from the Pulp Fiction soundtrack was put on.

Our Lady Of Guadalupe rocked by with a halo constructed of neon yellow straws. She was the best dressed but no amount of searching could locate her again, she joined the disappeared. And then something brilliant happened: The giant corpse bride and groom were lifted from their coffins by puppeteers who then walked them to the dancefloor and the MC announced; “the dead walk among us.”

In another room, some wonderful retro-espionage-esque music was playing and the dead rejoiced until 3am when sadly it was time to rejoin reality. Please send a letter to the council asking that they let the best thing that's ever happened to Bristol's nightlife continue.

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