Wednesday, November 01, 2006


All Hallow's Eve and an eldritch screech rends the air...

... yes, the screaming file is a sure sign that the saw's marginally too high in the vice again.

Trick or Treat? Hah, demanding chocolate with menaces more like. I've no objection to the idea in North America where it belongs, but over here it turns me into a first class Hallowe'en Scrooge. Luckily I didn't see one little darling with a plastic pumpkin-shaped bucket begging for sweets or I wouldn't have been responsible for the outcome. At the very least extensive questioning over how much pocket money they got and a short quiz on the origins of the occasion before they got the trick... Hrumph; we used to have a turnip with a nightlight in it and go in for bobbing apples in my day. And if you got the apple without the worm in it you were jolly grateful.

Bah, humbug. And no, they're my humbugs and you're not getting any.

Oh yeah, now the joy of fireworks for a week. Someone started up at midnight, for Fawkes sake...


  1. You remind me of Alf Garnet in an episode of "Till Death us do Part" many years ago. It was Christmas time and Alf was getting fed up with carol singers. When the next lot arrived, he stopped on his way to the front door and took a mouthful of filthy water from the flower vase on the hall table. But when he opened the door the vicar was leading the carol singing, so he had to swallow it.....

    Paul Chapman

  2. Ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggety beasties notwithstanding, reminding someone of Alf Garnet is easily the scariest thing I've heard this year! :)

  3. Tap, tap.

    Hello Alf, its all over, you can come out now.


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