Halloween. Strange
word. I suppose as a horror writer I should be looking forward to
Halloween but I am just a bit ‘meh’ about it all. Maybe I would
be more interested if it hadn’t been bogarted into a kid friendly
evening of sweets, costumes and walking around with your parents way
past your bedtime. It holds no mystery for me, no allure. I am glad
it exists, don’t get me wrong. It’s nice to see a festival from
pre-Christian times still being celebrated, what with the shop til
you drop mentality of Christmas, the drunken debauchery of New years
and the chocolatey indulgence of Easter. Money money money. I know
that has seeped into Halloween too but thankfully the shops don’t
devote too much shelf space to ghost costumes and fake wounds. They
can’t. They are too full of Christmas stuff all-fuckin’ ready!
