Loyal readers, who know I often return to certain subjects, may wonder why, when it’s mid-October, I haven’t complained about what I consider a complete waste of money . . .
Yes, folks, it’s the plastic and cardboard ‘spooky’ tat supermarkets heavily persuade parents to buy their children to ‘celebrate’ Halloween.
When I was ‘but a lad’, Halloween meant very little compared to the excitement of Bonfire Night.
The spectre of Halloween travelled from America and now has the UK firmly in its white skeleton bone grip.
Well, this year, I’ve got nothing to say about Halloween.
Nada. Zero. Zilch. Diddly-squat.
If, in these tough economic times (when pensioners have been denied their winter fuel allowance), thousands of people can still find the dosh to splash out on rubber skeletons, Freddy Kreuger masks and red-eyed, life-size, battery-operated, axe-wielding zombie puppets to amuse their little darlings for 24 hours before they’re thrown out, so be it.
I repeat. This year, I have nothing to say on the matter.
Except . . . to briefly mention that one of my vast army of spies who occasionally supply me with juicy gossip, phoned me the day he spotted a shelf of Halloween items on sale in one well-known store . . . the weekend before the August Bank Holiday.
And, it was just after the August Bank Holiday that, from the hysterical reaction in the media, what you’d think was a world-shattering event hit the headlines.
Two estranged musical brothers, well-known for their use of ‘discouraging’ words during interviews, announced they’d buried the hatchet after 15 years of non-communication.
They considered it was the right time to act like adults . . . and make a very grown-up £50 million with a reunion tour in 2025.
Full disclosure – the music of Oasis completely passed me by. Although I do remember they were once lauded as the successors to The Beatles.
From the songs of theirs I’ve heard on the radio, I don’t even think they’re the successors to Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich – but maybe that’s just me . . .
If you’re a fan and can afford tickets, good luck.
But wouldn’t the money be better spent on a life-size, battery-operated zombie puppet?