5 Halloweens - The Second

We pick the story up a year or so later, and a fair bit has changed. Steph and I were no longer an item, as she was in a placement year and I was in Year 2. We were still good friends, FWBs, and I had taken on her apartment lease, as that meant when she came back to University, she could pick it up again while I was on placement, and then I could take over again for my final year.

I had also started to work in the nightclub I mentioned previously. I worked Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday and had quickly become one of the trusted staff, playing supervisor when the boss Sue wasn't there. Some may say that was because I was sleeping with her, but I couldn't possibly confirm that... ;-)

Sue was older by ten years, and early in the unofficial relationship, I had told her that I had a penchant for dressing. She countered with her bisexuality, and we frequently ended up in bed in lingerie after shifts we had both worked (we lived two streets away from each other).

As Halloween approached, Sue mentioned the Halloween night in the club and that the big night was going to be the Saturday, which I didn't normally work. She wanted me to do an extra shift, as it was going to be jam-packed, and she had an issue staffing the downstairs bar, which was the one that got rowdy. I agreed, and she said, "Right, just got to sort you out a costume then!"

Two weeks before Halloween, we were lying in bed recovering from a lingerie-fuelled session, and we started to discuss costumes.

"Is there a theme for everyone working, or is it just sort yourself a costume and turn up?" I asked her while she went down on me, stroking the stockings I had atill got on.

"There isn't a specific theme, so within reason you can do whatever you want," she countered, pausing from the oral activity.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, while she licked up the side of my shaft.

"I've got a witch's outfit that I drag out year after year, so I am sorted. Any ideas yourself? I can almost see the cogs turning in your brain... you're thinking this is the perfect chance to crossdress in public, aren't you? Now have a think while I get this ready to fuck me again."

"Well, yes, but to be honest, I'm not sure what to wear."

"Well, if I were you," said Sue, "I'd go all-out, as it's the perfect excuse. It doesn't need to be fright-related, so why don't you dress as someone famous?" She was getting frustrated as she really wanted me hard so she could climb on top.

I pondered for a while and then, having decided it was a good idea, started thinking out loud: "Marilyn would be great, but a white dress pulling pints and dealing with drunk students is not the best idea. I've always had a desire to dress like Jessica Rabbit from the Roger Rabbit film. Maybe this is the opportunity!"

"Perfect" said Sue. "Let's hit the shops on Saturday and pick up everything you need. Now, shut up and let me fuck you." And with that she climed on top and started riding me for the last time that morning.

And so, Monique was organised for her second Halloween evening.

Saturday we hit town and looked for what we needed. I had been made to put on lingerie by Sue so that I could try on dresses if I needed to. The first port of call on the way down was a couple of charity shops, and while there wasn't much to shout about, we found a fair of dangly, sparkly clip-on earrings and bagged those to start with.

Over the last year I had been dressing more in private and had a few things already after sending off from specialist magazines (I so wish the internet had been around back then). I had a pair of 3.5-inch red patent stilettos, which were ideal, and I had the lingerie sorted, so really what we needed was the red sequinned dress and some red elbow-length gloves, as well as some make-up and an auburn wig.

We found a funky clothes shop, and they had all manner of gowns in different colours and styles at not too big a price. The lady in the shop seemed friendly enough, so we bit the bullet and told her what we needed. She laughed and said she would be delighted to help.

She whipped out a measuring tape and decided that 14 would be just about right. "You might not fill out the chest, darling, but I may be able to sort that out for you. "I'm Helen, by the way."

We introduced ourselves as Sue and Mark and carried on looking. We soon identified a dress like the one Jessica wears, but in black, not red.

"That would be perfect in red," I said, looking at the extremely high slit up the leg.

"Well, try it in black, darling, and I can always order it for delivery next week."

And so I was dispatched to the changing room to try on the dress while Sue and Helen whispered conspiratorially. As I removed my male clothes and slipped the black dress off the hanger, I heard giggles from the shop.

"Sue, can you zip me up, please?" I shouted, and Sue came and did just that, sending shivers down my spine as she sneaked her hand into the slit and stroked my thigh above my stocking tops.

As I left the comfort of the cubicle to see how it looked, Helen gushed that it looked fantastic and remembered what she had said about the chest area. She nipped into the back while I twirled and stood, posing with one leg forward, then the other one.

"It looks perfect," said Sue. "I might request a full dress rehearsal next week to see how good it will look."

"Sounds good to me." I said, "Aren't we both off shift next Thursday?"

"I think we are; let's make it a date."

At that moment Helen appeared with a small shoe box. "These have been sitting in the back for years now. A lady ordered them and prepaid for them and never came back for either the dress or these. I've been waiting for the day they will come in handy, and it appears we are there."

She handed me the box, and I lifted the lid to see 2 teardrop-shaped pieces of silicon. Back then I hadn't a clue what they were, but Helen was ready with an explanation: "They are breast forms, usually worn by flat-chested ladies or ones who have had a breast removed. I'd say these are a C cup, and you just slip them in the bra and instant boobs. Come on, let's try them for size."

And with that, she lifted one from the box and stretched her arm out. Sue zipped me down slightly, and I took the surprisingly cold breast and slipped it into the cup of the bra I had on. "Having added the second and zipped me up, Sue beamed and said, 'We will need to get the right cup size for the bra, but that makes the dress fit perfectly. What do we owe you?"

"Well, you can have them on two conditions. Firstly, buy the red dress and a second one, and I'll throw them in for free, and secondly, send me a picture when you are fully made up, as I might have a couple of small jobs I could do with some help with."

While the second comment had me intrigued, Sue shouted, "Deal!" and disappeared to look for a second dress to qualify for the free breast forms! She came back with a selection of mini dresses, in various colours, and I ended up going for a black dress, with shoulder straps and nylon sleeves, which just about reached mid-thigh on me.

This all came to the princely sum of £22 (oh, for the prices of those days), and as we were paying, Sue asked Helen whether she knew of any suppliers who sold high heels in a size 10.

"Leave me your number, Sue, and I'll do some digging. Now remember, take some pictures, and we can discuss the other things I mentioned."

Sue glanced out of the corner of her eye and with a smirk said, "I'll go one better. What are you doing on Thursday after work? We are having a dress rehearsal, so rather than wait an age for photos to develop, why not pop round at 7:30ish and see for yourself?"

"Great idea," replied Helen. "I'm free, and the sooner I see for myself the better."

We exchanged addresses and phone numbers with Helen, and with me now back in my student scruff of jeans, t-shirt and sweater, we thanked her, grabbed the bag and made our way out to continue our shopping trip.

Marks and Spencers provided us with a new underwear set, a red three-piece bra, thong and suspender belt, along with some tan stockings to attach, and Debenhams had the red elbow gloves we needed, so things were going well. Boots was next, and we picked up a basic make-up selection for a small fortune (foundation, powder, mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, blusher, lip liner and lipstick, as well as a small set of brushes). The way this was going, I was glad I had the bar job to cover everything off.

The last requirement was a wig, and we scooted off down a back street I had never been down before until we came across a scruffy-fronted small shop. Sue took the lead and explained the situation.

"So we are looking for a wavy shoulder-length wig in a shade of red and with that Hollywood starlet feel." The old couple in the shop couldn't have been more helpful and came back with half a dozen boxes. I spent the next half an hour trying various ones on before choosing a less vibrant red, sort of brunette and auburn blended together.

"What's the best price you can do?" asked Sue.

"Well, to be honest, we are approaching retirement and are selling up," said the male of the couple. "I'll tell you what, if you buy a couple, we will knock 25% off, and if you buy 3, you can have them all for half price."

With a knowing smile, Sue turned to me and said, "Too good a deal to miss, isn't it? Why dont we get the one you've picked out, a blonde one similar to it, and something very different?"

"Sounds good," I said before trying on another half dozen wigs. I ended up leaving with the red one for the costume, a similar blond one and a platinum blond short bob which just looked amazing.

I wrote a cheque, knowing I'd be entering into my free overdraft with this purchase, and we took the bag, added it to our others and headed home to mine.

The joy of being in this apartment on my own was that I had created a drawer and a closet for Monique, and Sue was the first person to see the extent of the wardrobe. I think she was a little taken aback by things, but she helped put everything away.

We sat and chilled for a while as we planned Thursday, and we agreed to get Helen to my place, as I had all of my wardrobe here and it would be easier. I arranged to call her over the weekend and plan things, and Sue headed off to get ready for work, while I sat and did some coursework and readied myself for a catch-up with some of my course friends, which was going to end up in the club.

I was studying modern languages (French and German), and one of the things about the course was it was 90% female students. I was friends with a core of 5 girls who all played some sort of sport and who had all seen me the Halloween before when I dressed as Steph. As we discussed the course and started to think about 3rd year placements which we were being pressed to organise, we moved on to Halloween and anyone's plans.

I told them I was working, and they said they'd arrange to pop in. "It's a shame," said Nikki. "I was going to suggest you get dressed up again and come in for a girls' night out with us."

Everyone collapsed in laughter at that one, and when the laughter eventually subsided, I mysteriously replied with, "Just come to the club and we will have a laugh during my break."

The rest of that night is shrouded in a drunken haze. A few beers and ciders in the club had topped me off. I ended up heading home just before closing after a quick chat with Sue. "Leave the door on the latch, and I want you in your sexy underwear when I get back." I walked home with my hard-on already bursting the front of my jeans.

On a whim, when I got back, I shaved and then put on the lipstick we had bought earlier, along with the black underwear set I had been wearing earlier and my old wig and high heels. I threw on one of the dresses I had in the wardrobe over the top and sat watching a DVD until Sue arrived.

When she arrived, she jumped on me and started snogging me passionately. My lipstick, crudely applied, was soone everywhere, and she ordered me up and told me to remove the dress and get on the bed. My hard cock was sticking out of the side of the thong, and she wasted no time in sucking me to make me even harder and then jumped on and slid me inside her while she rode me to what was for her a very quick orgasm.

"Wow, I needed that. I've been dripping all evening, and seeing you with those young mates of yours got me even wetter. But you still haven't come, have you? Wait there, and if you move, there'll be trouble!" She slipped off the bed and out of the bedroom with that, and I took her at her word and stayed still on my back on the bed.

When she returned, she slid next to me and simply said, "Your turn. Thong off."

I did as requested and expected her to start going down on me again, but no, she showed me what she had in her hand, and it was a little bullet vibrator. "I know you've had a finger up there; let's see how you like this," she said, and with that she slipped it into her mouth and sucked it a few times.

Meanwhile, she picked up the lube that was on the bedside table and squeezed some onto her fingers before sliding one gently inside my tight little arse. She gently inserted and removed, twisting as she did so, and I felt myself getting hard again as she teased me. Once she felt I was ready, she slid the end of the vibrator in and repeated the in-out motion gently. The size wasn't an issue, as it was no bigger than her finger, but the motion continued to make me moan, and then she pushed a button and the thing started vibrating. I was in another world within seconds, and my cock was harder than I had ever known. She started sucking me at that point, and I knew that I was soon going to blow. Within 5 or 6 seconds, I was warning her, and then almost instantly I shot a huge load directly into Sue's mouth. She stayed clamped to my cock while I pulsed four or five times before removing the vibrator, removing her mouth and showing me all of my come.

You may be expecting me to regale you with how she shared my cum with me at this point, but that didn't happen. She simply smiled and swallowed the load before coming up and kissing me.

Both exhausted, we ended up fast asleep within ten minutes, me in my lingerie and wig and her naked. When I woke, Sue had gone, and a message said, 'See you Monday at work.'

Sunday was recovery day, wash day, and study day. It was also 'plan for the next week' day, and so I started to put together a plan for Thursday and one for Saturday. I rang Helen and had a nice chat, and she said she would happily come to mine on Thursday. Despite my fishing, she didn't let me know what she needed a hand with. I planned to remove my body hair on Wednesday and hadn't told Sue this, but I decided I'd do it as I just felt so great when hairless. Other than that and collecting the dress on Wednesday. I had very little to think about, as Sue was doing my make-up on Thursday, and that was all I was worried about.

Monday and Tuesday at work were quiet, and the 4 of us working were briefly discussing costumes. Liam the DJ was coming as Beetlejuice, and Louise, another of the bar staff, was coming as Catwoman. I was vague and said I'd got a rough idea but had a few things to sort out if it was going to come together, and we left it at that, with a smirk from Sue. When I got in from lectures on Tuesday, I had two messages on the answer machine that said the dress had arrived and I could collect it Wednesday, and later another message from Helen saying she may have some good news on the shoe front for me tomorrow as well.

So first thing Wednesday, having skipped my two classes to do it, I headed down to Helen's shop and greeted her with a hug. She sorted the dress straight away for me, and after a quick check that the size and colour were as expected, she put it in a bag and offered me a cup of coffee.

"I had a word with one of my shoe suppliers, and I think I have some good news. They've been working on larger sizes for a while, apparently, and they are looking for a few guinea pigs to try them. I hope you don't mind, but I volunteered for you to try them?"

"That's fine by me," I of course said.

"I'll call them back this afternoon then and let you know what happens."

I had to rush, as we had a rugby game that afternoon, and with a cheery "thank you" and a "see you tomorrow evening", I headed back home to drop the dress and pick up my kit bag.

Rugby was brilliant that week, and I played with freedom and a smile on my face, scoring two tries as we racked up a comfortable win. The usual Wednesday drinks were fun, but I cried off early for a change and headed home "for an early night" or "to shave my legs, chest, arms and armpits..." you decide.

Thursday morning's lectures were done, and as I had a free afternoon, I went home and went over my legs again with the razor before Sue came over at 4ish. I told her how the week had gone, and we chilled with a cup of coffee while I put the bottle of wine Sue had brought round in the fridge.

At 5 we decided to start the process, and Sue started by moisturising my face and then plucking some stray eyebrows. About 90 minutes later we were done, and as we slipped on the auburn wig to see the full effect, we both went silent as we saw a girl bearing no resemblance either to me or to a boy in general.

The wig came off, and I picked out the red lingerie set we had selected and slipped the false boobs in. As I put on the black stockings I had worn on Saturday and attached them (I didn't want to risk ruining the tan ones before Saturday), I really started to feel feminine again. We decided on the black dress and heels for tonight, and I could try the red dress later. Clip-on earrings and wig finished off the outfit, and as I looked in the mirror, I was gobsmacked at how I looked.

Helen arrived at 7:30 with another bottle of wine, and Sue let her in before introducing Monique. "Wow" was all Helen said before coming across and air-kissing me to avoid messing with the make-up. She asked Sue to come down to the car with her, as she had a few things with her. Five minutes later they turned up with arms full of carrier bags and told me to take a look.

Firstly, there were six shoe boxes. "My supplier delivered these this afternoon," Helen said. "Free of charge, but they want a product review and feedback for each and some pictures if possible so that they can use your feedback in marketing.

There was a pair of black patent stilettos, a pair of ankle strap sandals, a pair of neutral coloured court shoes, a sparkling pair of black sequinned stilettos, a pair of red ankle strap sandals and a pair of stiletto heeled knee boots in black leather. All had at least 4 inch, nd some 4.5 inch, heels. We were all stunned, and my grin said everything.

In the carrier bags were other bits and bobs. There were three different styled white blouses and three black mini skirts, along with black tights and two party dresses. "I took a bit of a punt here and thought you were going to look good, and when I turned up I saw exactly that. The two requests I have are that you help me out occasionally in the shop when I'm busy. I can't afford to pay much, but I get freebies from suppliers, and I'll make sure I get a size 14 so that they can be yours, and I'll cover your lunch and throw in tights and stockings when you need them. How does that sound?'

"If you think I can do it, I will give it a go."

"Great. The second thing I need is a model! I do a charity fashion show twice a year. Nothing special; we use the room at the Social Club, and I struggle to get enough models. There will be about 50 or 60 ladies there, and we have a fun night. Fancy giving it a go?"

"That is a big ask, but again, if you think I can get away with it, I will give it a go." I was struggling to believe how far this was going and so quickly, but deep down I was thrilled with this semi-forced list of experiences.

That agreed. I did a twirl and walked around the room, getting the wine and three glasses. We sat and chatted, and Sue suggested I change for the red dress, which I did, and the ladies agreed I was going to "slay" on Saturday night, as the slit revealed the stocking tops when I walked and the dress clung in all the right places. After two bottles of wine and a nice chat, Helen decided it was time to go. She got a cab and left her car to collect the next day, and we embraced as she wished me luck for Saturday and said she would be in touch about working.

Sue and I chilled a little longer before she headed home. She needed to feed her cats, and I was exhausted and had an early start on Friday, so we arranged to see each other at work the next day. I sat and had a final glass of wine, not wanting to remove my clothes, before finally succumbing and hanging the dress up, storing the lingerie in its drawer and removing the wig and make-up before heading to bed.

Friday at work was a disaster. At about 10:30pm Sue slipped on the stairs and went all the way down, bending her left leg viciously in a way it shouldn't go. An ambulance was called, and she disappeared, leaving me in charge and us a head down on one of the busiest nights of the week. My coursemate Nikki was in, and she had been on the waiting list for a job at the club, so she offered to help us out. She collected glasses all night and put in a sterling shift, so much so that when Alan, one of the owners, came in with the news that Sue had broken her lower leg in two places and dislocated her knee and was being kept in, I suggested asking Nikki to work tomorrow in Sue's place. He agreed, she accepted, and we were fine, apart from me needing to be the manager the next night, which would be a first for a Saturday. Alan calmed me down by saying he would come in for the night and be around, which settled me.

As we sat around waiting for our cash wages and sipping a free drink, Nikki asked what the deal with costumes was. I said she needed one, but there was no theme. She had been planning to go out as Morticia from the Adams Family, so I told her she would be fine like that. When I told her I was going to be Jessica Rabbit, she spat her beer everywhere and laughed out loud. "I can't wait to see that," she said.

"Well, why don't you come to mine and get ready... I need a hand now; my makeup artist has put herself in hospital."

"Sounds good. 6 o'clock at yours, OK?'

'Perfect. It's a date."

And with that we went our separate ways. I went straight to bed, sleeping until 10am, when I got straight up and headed out to the hospital to see Sue. I only managed to see her briefly as she was going in for an operation to have pins put in her leg. She was in real pain, and I wished her luck with the operation and headed home.

I spent the afternoon doing coursework before halting at 3ish and defuzzing my legs, arms and armpits again and having a close shave. I made a chilli for two and waited for Nikki to arrive, which she did on the dot at 6. After wolfing down some tea, we started to get ready.

Nikki was quicker with the make-up than Sue but somehow did an even better job. The dramatic eyes, along with a set of false eyelashes that she had brought along, were amazing. The red lip liner and a base plum lipstick looked phenomenal and extremely plump and kissable, and when she applied the bright red lipstick on top to get the full effect, I looked perfect. Once happy, I removed the wig. while I excused myself to the bedroom to get dressed, while Nikki started her own make-up.

I slipped on the red bra and thong and slid the suspender belt around the waist, sliding the straps under the thong to make the bathroom a little easier to cope with. I attached the tan stockings and got the now-familiar shivers as they slid up my smooth legs. Next were the heels, and I went for the red stilettos from my new haul, with a 4-inch heel, which would be interesting for a shift in a night club, but I was sure I could cope given the practice I had had. Finally, the dress came out of the wardrobes, and I slid it up and over my shoulders. Once there, I asked Nikki for a zip-up, and she came and performed the task with minimal fuss before returning to her outfit. I slipped out of the bedroom and once again popped the wig on, completing the look and admiring myself in the mirror before turning to Nikki and asking if I passed muster.

"You look fantastic! Honestly, if you were at a ball, I'd not immediately know you were a bloke. You've done this more than a couple of times, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have, and I'll tell you more later, but for now let's get you ready and into work; we need to get you trained."

And so it was that Morticia and Jessica jumped in a cab and headed into work for the Halloween party. We were greeted by Alan and Jim, the doorman, who only realised who I was when I told them. Alan particularly couldn't tear his eyes away from me. We did some training and made sure the bars were stocked, and then I went off to check the other bars. Downstairs was being run by Steve, whom I'd worked with a few times so that I could supervise the main bar. In the top bar, Rachel and Katie were on duty, while I was on the middle bar with Nikki and Louise. Alan was true to his word and was loitering in the general bar area and did a grand job collecting glasses through the night.

The club was rammed from 11 o'clock, and we all worked as hard as we could have done. When 2am finally came and the club was emptied, Steve had to shoot off, so I went downstairs to cash up the till while Louise did the middle bar. While I was down there, Alan came to see me and told me how amazing I looked and how great a job I had done. I thanked him and jokingly pecked him on the cheek.

"Don't, you'll get me in trouble," he said. "I've been having naughty thoughts about you all night! The missus won't know what's hit her if she's awake when I get home."

I don't know what came over me, but I said, "Well, maybe I'll have to do something to stop you from getting into trouble!"

"Are you serious?" Alan said.

"I think so," I replied. "I've always been a little curious.'"

With that, he grabbed me by the hand and walked me into the cellar. 'We haven't got long,' he said, pushing the door closed and latching it while I opened his belt and undid his trousers before reaching in and pulling out his already hard cock. I squatted, kissed the end and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the end before sliding up and down its entire length. I worked at it for a couple of minutes, and before I knew it, Alan was groaning, and I felt him squirt deep into my mouth. Sealing my lips around him so as not to spill a drop and leave a telltale mark, I swallowed the whole lot of my first blow job, and Alan slumped back against the door while pulling up his trousers. I removed my lipstick from my stocking top and freshened up so as not to give anything away, and we slipped out of the cellar, Alan up the main stairs and I continuing to cash up the till. When finished, I took the cash upstairs in one hand and grabbed a glass of red wine with the other to mask my cum breath before heading up to close out the night with the free drink and the wages.

I sat with Nikki laughing about the evening and how much fun we had. "The next chance you get, we have to do that girlie night out I was talking about," she said.

"We'll see," I said, laughing.

Having had a great night, Alan and Jim invited us for a curry next door as we were leaving, and Nikki, Louise, Rachel and Monique, as everyone had taken to calling me, said yes. So it was that I ended up sitting in a busy curry house, surrounded by students, in an evening gown, stockings and suspenders, eating onion bhaji and chicken massala and having a last beer.

Nikki and I headed home after that. I offered Nikki my bed and said I would take the sofa, but Nikki said, "Absolutely not." "Us girls share beds, you know."

We removed make-up, wigs and costumes, and when Nikki saw my underwear for the first time, she said, "Will you keep those on for me? And have you got any I can borrow?"

Sure, I laughed and gave her the black belt and stockings, which she slipped on. We removed bras and knickers, though, and slid under the duvet in each other's arms, kissing and cuddling as we slipped off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to that incredible feeling of someone sucking your cock. Nikki was under the covers and was working her magic on me. I was as hard as I could be, and Nikki surfaced, waited while I put on a condom, and got on top before sliding me inside her. What followed was an incredible session of lovemaking, where the initial position was followed with missionary and doggy style before we paused and headed out to pick up some bits for breakfast. We then tried cowgirl and reverse cowgirl before finally slumping on the sofa, putting on a film and snuggling under a blanket through the afternoon.

We made some tea and talked about where this left us. It appeared Nikki had always fancied me and vice versa. It turned out, though, that Nikki had a boyfriend at home, and she didn't want to break up, just to carry on their open relationship. I was fine with that.

We also discussed Monique. Nikki maintained her insistence that I do a girls' night out with the group from the course. I said I would, as long as it was somewhere appropriate, and she said she'd work out a time and date. She left with a huge kiss at about 8, and we arranged to meet in lectures the next day.

As I sat finishing the bottle of wine from Friday, the phone rang. "Hi, it's Alan. Are you ok to talk?"

"Sure, fire away."

"Well, Sue is going to be off her feet for months, and I wondered if you'd step in to the manager while she is off? I'll pay you her wage rather than the shift wage, of course."

"Sure, not a problem. I guess it's not too different to what I normally do, but with rostering and stocking the bar."

"That's about the size of it," said Alan.

"In that case, it's a deal."

"The other thing is I wanted to talk about what happened in the cellar. I'm sorry if you feel I forced my way onto you, and it won't happen again. I don't get much sex at home any more as my wife is quite ill, I think seeing you just tipped me over the edge."

"What if I wanted it to, though?"

"Really? You'd like to do it again?"

"Let's just say I was sober, I could have said no, and I'm still keen to explore in some way."

"Well, let's meet and talk, shall we?"

"Well, Alan, let's just say that as Mark I'm not interested, but as Monique I'd love to chat a little more about it and maybe work something out. When would you be free to pop over and have a chat?"

"I can work an afternoon this week if you have a free one."

"OK. Well, I've no lectures on Thursday afternoons, so 3 o'clock at mine?" I gave him the address, we wished each other goodnight, and I returned to the TV. More of Alan to follow....