It’s halloween. Oh whoopee-do…

So why so we do it?  Follow commercial trends like pathetic little lambs? Suck it all up and go spend that money like good little acolytes of GlobalCorp?

You’ll have see the halloween outfits in the shops – sparkly little witchy costumes, warlock hats, illuminated pumpkins, pumpkins for carving, little witch-shaped lollipops to give out to visiting children.

Well, I felt compelled to buy two packets of halloween-themed Haribo sweets because there were two for the price of one – and it went through my head that we had to give something to the little darlings who might turn up at the door later.

On the whole, small kids are adorable… and they do look amusing when they have daubed themselves with make-up trying to look scary…. but you know the small zombie with fake blood trickling down her chin is little Lottie from down the road with her thatch of uncontrollable curls and her thick specs askew so you can’t help smiling and wanting to make her happy with a few sweeties.

But I HATE myself for those Haribo. They lie on the kitchen worktop  – revolting pieces of sweety shit full of sugar, colourings and flavourings – silently mocking me for buying them.

As a kid in Wales, halloween was a nice little prelude to Bonfire Night. It used to be apple-bobbing in a bowl on the kitchen table followed by a ghost story or two with torches held under the chin and then hysterical games of hide-and-seek in the dark until we were tired.

I wasn’t encouraged to wander over the dark Welsh hillside where I lived (it really was dark without streetlights), knock at the door of strangers and demand “trick or treat!

Aside from the risk element I, what kind of talk is “Trick or treat?” It just sounds rude.

“Excuse me sir/madam but would you be kind enough to consider giving me a treat please? I don’t know you and I probably don’t deserve one but if you don’t give me a treat then I might have to play some kind of trick,” is a much more polite and British approach.

I have nothing against Americans but I do wonder why we, as Brits, have to be infested with their traditions. The Easter Bunny. Who the hell is he? And why? We have Easter eggs. They are chocolate. We scoff them. End of.

Halloween just seems like so much ghoulish over-played, over-commercialised crap.

When my own boys were young, they expected a certain amount of spookiness on Halloween, which was fine. I made some kind of yummy, iced  “horror” cake and they wrote their own ghost stories, which were mostly (in son#2’s case) fully-cartoon-illustrated gory battles involving horrendous weapons and much dismemberment. We cut up sheets, they wore them and they chased each other around the house until there were injuries and crying.  Happy days.

One year I made the mistake of giving in to #2 son’s demands for a “horror” mask. It was made of green rubber, had strands of long lank hair attached and looked a bit like Bruce Forsythe might if he’d been buried for a week.

Son #2 insisted on answering the door wearing it and I kid you not, at least three of our small visitors burst into tears at the sight of him.  The shrieking and claw hands didn’t help, but hey, enough of me.

Now, as an adult, I can only see it’s value as an entertainment for children.

Sure there’ll be real witches out there having a great time tonight. It’s their big day of the year, after all and they’re welcome to it.  But I doubt they’re preparing by nipping down to Asda to snap up the latest in sparkly pointy hats.

I’ll grudgingly admit that halloween might be a good excuse for adult parties but ONLY if they consist entirely of spirit-lifting Halloween cocktails.  But I’m including them in this ranty blog because I haven’t been invited to any.

If I had been invited to something I wouldn’t need to buy a costume anyway. I could look scary enough by merely blacking out a tooth and not wearing makeup.

witchonabike

Not my usual helmet…

About janh1

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18 Responses to It’s halloween. Oh whoopee-do…

  1. Actually “lolled” at this Jan!! Very funny as per!!

  2. carrietxxxxx says:

    Lolling too,as I’m baking Halloween cupcakes for the little darlings.I think they’ll do well for Haribos this year they seem to have been 2 for 1 in all the supermarkets in Quedgeley & goodness knows… we have enough of them now since ASDA opened last week! I’ll probably have the last laugh as they’ll be bouncing off the walls at home & wont go to bed after all those food colours!
    Disclaimer..all colours are ‘safe’ for children & include no tartrazine
    ..thought I’d better put that in case you really think I’m a horrible person.

  3. isobelandcat says:

    I am sure i read something about Hallowe’en being originally a Britain think, complete with menaces, but we never did anything.for it then i was a child and it bemuses me now to are all the associated tat in the shops.
    Mind, I’m afloat in an almost empty marina in the back of beyond, so if anyone knocks on my door tonight I shall probably field of shock and.fright.

  4. With you on importing these crass American marketing traditions. Was out in Cheltenham last night and the place was full of kids and doting parents demanding gifts from strangers. Weird. Bonfire and burning Catholics much more traditional!

  5. Darrel Kirby says:

    In general I am all for Halloween in some guise, but agree that the tacky Americanisation of it is a bit much – i’m glad I’m not a parent pestered to buy all of that tat – I don’t recall it hardly registering on my radar when I was a kid. I do like Haribo though, so if you have any left….

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