Growing up in England, I was spared the assorted nonsenses associated with Halloween. I understand that this was because pissed off protestants banned the event and suggested that the populace concentrate on Guy Fawkes night instead. An excellent suggestion, bobbing for apples cannot compare with firing rockets at elderly relatives. Apparently the prohibition did not extend to Scotland, and Peebles proudly holds the world record for the highest number of people to bob for apples at the same time; although they call it dooking so it might be something else entirely. But it is America that goes overboard on this Halloween thing, especially with the endless carved pumpkins; which I suppose is a better fate for them than us having to eat them.
Anyway, I see no merit in this festival and plan to ignore it. Not difficult given that small children attempting to trick or treat would be mugged by security guards if they tried to come into the condo, and she who must be obeyed is far too busy being busy at her first day of work to think about dressing up in a witches’ costume (and would I notice?). Instead I intend marking the occasion by spending some time with the coolest of the undead, the zombies.
This morning I revisited the always amusing Plants vs Zombies. This evening I shall watch the latest episode of The Walking Dead, already into series two, which has a storyline as enjoyable as Downton Abbey; but with marginally more zombies in the cast. In between, I shall enjoy my birthday present from The Son, the imaginatively titled game Space Pirates and Zombies.
Finally, I shall end my day with some light reading of a slightly edited version of the Jane Austen classic, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.
Happy Halloween.