Fred and Wilma Flinstone were in the Headingley house, as were enough bishops to run the Church of England.
There was a prawn, plenty of bananas, and someone dressed as a dartboard with a mate who had come as Peter ’Snakebite’ Wright. Or maybe it actually WAS Peter ’Snakebite’ Wright.
And there was a man - or a woman - inside a giant, inflatable pig outfit being ‘pursued’ by five butchers with strings of sausages around their necks and armed with mock meat cleavers. But nothing was going to save Alex Carey’s bacon.
