A word of advice – do not look directly at these pictures. I'm featuring items from the Tunnel of Light in this mash. This much glow could easily burn out your retinas, so find some kind of refracting way to view this post. And then wait whilst I stop giggling at you all trying to see a vampire in a mirror.

Winter saunters into the dressing room and sits down in front of the useless mirror. He picks up the style notes and scans them. Suddenly he freezes, and his eyes open wide. He turns to his typist and snarls "A pixie? You turned me into a PIXIE???"

Yes, I did. I figured it was the best way to display the Batpunk set from Crimson Shadow. You can't keep wearing red and black in these blogposts forever, you know. And you know you like wings.

As much as I enjoy peacocking around the grid in modern human clothes, sometimes I just have to let the bloodsucker out. My fellow Lord Byron knew what it's all about - being mad, bad and dangerous to know. But nowhere in the Vampire handbook - "How To Make Friends and Exsanguinate People" - does it say we have to sacrifice style for washability.

"But first, on earth as vampire sent, Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race."