Friday, October 31, 2008
A Curmudgeon Writes
Ah, this was the sort of thing Hallowe'en celebrations involved when I were a lad - apple bobbing, perhaps a carved pumpkin with a candle in it (although I don't remember us ever having one at home) and a few ghost stories told at Cub Scouts (I had to run through a churchyard to get there too).
I cannot help but feel that this was a more authentic commemoration of an ancient pagan festival than all this orange plastic and legitimised intimidation of elderly neighbours, but I seem to be alone in this, so I'll just grump in a corner if that's alright with you and no, I will not be posting the bloody 'Monster Mash' (if you are so inclined may I say that others do this sort of thing much better than I ever could - and sometimes by taking the most beautiful pictures: I commend them to you).
I will welcome the excuse to (re) post this lovely, lovely song from this lovely, lovely album though.
Tanya Donelly - 'My Life As A Ghost' (2004)
Ye Friday night mallarkey later.