Halloween and fezzes (fezzes are cool).

304 - 31 October: Halloween

Image by Darren W via Flickr

Oh, hello Monday, I didn’t see you there.

I had, in fact, planned to be a super-blogger and update on the weekends, but last minute plans prevented that. Suffice to say I spend around 32 hours away from home with only the content of my pockets and the kindness of friends to sustain me (the contents of my pockets, for all those that care, which isn’t anyone, were: A woollen hat, two gloves, a pair of headphones, a USB to mini-USB cable, a fez, and a copy of ‘The Restaurant at the End of the Universe‘. The lesson here is “always carry a fez with you.”).
Add to that the confusion of suddenly getting an hour back via what I can only assume is a form of time travel, my brain is so tired and confused that it currently thinks it’s May 14th 1975 and is freaking out about the advanced technology I am currently writing on. And I wasn’t even alive on May 14th 1975. What the hell, brain?

Now what the hell was I going to actually write about? Good question, Tomtrek, I’ll get back to you on that. In the mean time, Let’s talk about Halloween, which is totally yesterday’s news (LITERALLY…!) but still. I’ve often found Halloween to be a bit of an odd one. Living in the UK as I do it’s a holiday that has been thrust upon us my people wanting to sell sweets and costumes more than it is an actual proper holiday. In America, of course, it’s a major event and plenty of effort is put into costumes, house decorations and parties, and while it’s true that some people go to the same lengths here it’s safe to say that an English Halloween is a pale shadow of it’s big-budget American cousin.

For one, trick-or-treaters are tricky things. As not everyone does it, not everyone prepares for them arriving, and so the entire thing sort of collapses in on itself when it ends up that the only house prepared for people asking for sweets is the house that has sent people out asking for sweets. It’s a part of Halloween that I’m actually a fan of, when it’s done well. It promotes a sense of community when kids can actually talk to their neighbours without the neighbours being put on the sex offenders registry. Of course when it’s just three grungy teenagers with no costume (unless their costumes were ‘grungy teenagers’ and they were in fact really talented 10 year olds…) asking for sweets it sort of loses it’s appeal.

Same with the costumes, although this might not be just a UK thing and instead a global lack-of-effort thing, but in my mind if you’re going to do a costume then you should go the whole hog. It doesn’t have to be flashy and expensive, my friend’s home-made Ghostbuster costume had a proton pack thay was just a (very nicely!) painted cardboard box attached to a backpack, with a makeshift neutron wand attached to it, but it showed that he had put effort in and got into the spirit of things. It makes such a nice change to all the “sexy nurse” and “sexy devil” and “sexy St. John the Baptist” costumes that seem to be the default now (I’ll take this opportunity to mention Michelle Trachtenberg’s lovely Halloween costume this year: a child beauty pageant princess, which not only poked fun at the whole horrible pageant thing, but also, I think, gave a slight dig to the use of fake tan. Which is great because I hate fake tan so much. End of Trachtenberg derail).

So really I guess what I’m saying here is that England really needs to decide what it wants to do with Halloween. Either it just says “No, sorry, I wont put up with all this silliness let’s all go and have a sit down for a while, shall we?” or it dives in feet first and does it like America does it, because right now it’s some sort of bizarre non-holiday stuck in a commercialised hell.

Of course the whole thing doesn’t really matter anyway as the real fun is a week later at bonfire night. Take note, UK terrorists – if you try and blow up our buildings we will make that day a national holiday!


About Tomtrek

Hi, I'm Tomtrek! I made a blog which has some words in it. I hear that's pretty much standard for most blogs, though.

Posted on November 1, 2010, in General Stuff About Things, Posts where I manage to talk about Michelle Trachtenberg even though the post wasn't about Michelle Trachtenberg and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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