Halloween in Lincolnshire
All Hallows Eve beckons and it barely seems like a year ago since I last wrote about it - time is flying like witches on Samain !
No doubt there will be parties throughout the country, I’ve sadly left it too late to organize a Goldeneye Ghoulish Party. I have not been invited to any either ! last year though one of my MySpace friends, the lovely Nikki, invited me to her party. but this year nada !
This ties in to something of a phenomenon that would appear to be occurring throughout the country. Record sales of sexy costumes and Halloween based lingerie. Fancy dress hire companies are out of horny devil suites and online retailers are reporting sales increases up to 10 fold on last year !
So what is happening ? Well don’t ask me but clearly something is.
Thankfully I don’t need a costume to enjoy my plans and I suspect the chance of Alexis Amore visiting and are as likely as a ghost like visitation.
I may well go out trick or treating though so if you hear a ghostly knock and see a shadowy figure in chick jeans outside your door make sure you answer - equally make sure you don’t give me anything fattening 
A glass of claret will suffice thank you !
I believe the Americans make more of the day than we do which is curious as it all stems from an ancient Celtic Pagan festival of Samain. something I should know a little more about as a convert to Mithras 
As always I’ll not be answering the day should any trainee thugs and car thieves have the temerity to disturb me - Rest in Peace is the highly topical motto which I live by - Do Not Disturb !
If you’re having a party, going to one or up to high jinks then I hope you have a great time and that you’ve got a costume we’d approve of !
Happy Hallowe’en
Rod
Annie Flinn said,
November 10, 2008 @ 6:20 pm
Okay, so here I am responding in a tardy fashion to your post, but I just had to think of one (old age is a curse). America DOES take Halloween very seriously. We decorate our houses, download scary music and sound effects, and stock up on candies and treats for the little ghouls and goblins. My own adult children (son and daughter-in-law) attended parties, and should get credit for their creativity. My daughter-in-law went as Dr. Who, and my son as the Tardis. Pictures of their costumes won a second place on the USA Today website, PopCandy. Though I only sported jeans and a Halloween t-shirt, I did crank up the sound effects, and eerie music through speaker aimed out a window. This effort caused one little Indian to shout, “This is scary.” I had the simultaneous reactions of feeling terribly bad that I had frightened this little soul, and proud that I had achieved my desired goal. I cackled in my best witch-like manner, and told him everything was fine. What else could an old, withered crone do in such circumstances?
Here in the Colonies, Halloween represents the start of the holiday season. Monsters, and ghouls are closely followed by pilgrims, Indians, and gobbling turkeys as we move to our big Thanksgiving feast. Retailers, however, seem to have skipped right over that day, in favor of touting Christmas. I have resisted the urge to jingle my bells, and have, more appropriately, put up the autumn decorations, complete with a cornecopia, and Ma and Pa Pilgrim. I will soon be loading up the family SUV, and will be heading up to my sister’s ranch where we will eat ourselves into a coma, feasting on all the traditional foods. But, all too soon my neighborhood will be decorated with blinking, colored Christmas house lights, and tableaus of Santa and his elves. You see, because southern California gets no snow, we tend to over-compensate with the garish and kitschy. We close out the year with drunken parties, and, at midnight, a large Waterford crystal ball dropping down in New York City’s Times Square to mark the start of a New Year. Are we having fun yet?
Annie
Rod said,
November 10, 2008 @ 6:38 pm
Annie
sounds like you’re living the life of Riley over there, I could be tempted to emigrate but I suspect the US, quite wisely, wouldn’t have me.
Halloween couldn’t be more different in my locale - not one knock did I hear upon my door knocker !
That could, of course, be due to the fact of the local kids knowing who resides therein
Talking to those who had kids revealed nobody was bothered !
I suspect we are witnessing yet another thing that will die out with generational change
Cheers
Rod