Halloween
As a kid I have no recollection of Halloween, it was all about Guy Fawks, or firework night as we called it in our house, but like a lot of things American ‘culture’ has seeped it’s way into British society whether it be Black Friday, Halloween or peanut butter, which is topping my toast as I sit here and not jam jelly.
Halloween is massive in the United States, allowing grown adults to dress up and kids to be scared legally.
On Saturday night we had dinner in Sarasota at our favourite place, and literally every person was in some form of fancy dress, whether the grim reaper or Batman, it didn’t matter. It was fun, but weird, very weird.
All around our neighbourhood houses are decked out like witches cauldrons and the dog stops at every house and barks at it, so as payback it will be the dog that get’s dressed up tonight as we join a walk around the community trick or treating.
I am also planning on stopping in at the nearby firework shop, and bringing a bit of good old Guy Fawks to the neighbourhood next Sunday 🧨. That’ll show ‘em.
In France and Belgium they call Guy Faulks night “ burn a catholic night”. In Belgium, which was the Spanish Netherlands at the time they used to burn Protestants , curtesy of the Spanish inquisition.
Blimey. Although it does seem as if the world is heading back that way 🤯
About twenty years ago, we had three youths of around 16/17 years old ring our doorbell on Halloween and demand ‘trick or treat’ I looked at them and said “come on lads you’re a bit old for this, it’s meant for children” and closed the door on them.
They responded by keying, my less than one year old, car.
I’m no fan of Halloween.
I don’t expect you are Daggs.