Tonight, I find myself staying in away from the depths of society, in favour of more blowing up of digital make believe people and then watching hard core erotic episodes of “Location, Location, Location”. The only reason is that this weekend falls one of the most pointless events of the year, Halloween. Now before I’m condemned as being a witch and burned at the stake, let me explain.
Halloween is yet another one of those wonderful events where the various enterprises of the world can make some extra money out of something which doesn’t even really matter, like Valentine’s Day or No Pants Day, a holiday I celebrate every day in the privacy of my local supermarket. What is surprising is that there are a lot of people more than happy to indulge in such things.
For most Halloween is an excuse to “trick or treat” (the trick being your house being egged), wearing costumes (bin liners) and attending some “well to do” tw*t’s party in said attire where you basically do the same thing as you would any other day of the week. Well perhaps with the exception of apple bobbing, in which case you find out which of the drunk women are what we call “gifted.”