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Halloween traditions


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Watched An American Werewolf in London earlier, which I've not seen for years.

 

Turns out I'm playing a gig at a venue called The Slaughtered Lamb in London this weekend (named after the pub on the Moors) even has the same sign.

 

Think we had two sets of trick or treaters this evening. All very polite and left loads of sweets for us, so all in all a result.

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Used to love Halloween as a kid with duck apple and the biting of the apples hanging from the ceiling one(can't remember the name). Now, its this awful Americanised glorified party shite. It's wank and will be forever wank. The only time that 'feels' our these days, is bommy night. The only night of the year that for some insular reason, feels like 'ours'. Obviously it is just ours, but its neither commercialised or sweetened up. It just is what it is. Though I doubt some will agree considering the way the fire bobbies are way over the top these days. 

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Used to love Halloween as a kid with duck apple and the biting of the apples hanging from the ceiling one(can't remember the name). Now, its this awful Americanised glorified party shite. It's wank and will be forever wank. The only time that 'feels' our these days, is bommy night. The only night of the year that for some insular reason, feels like 'ours'. Obviously it is just ours, but its neither commercialised or sweetened up. It just is what it is. Though I doubt some will agree considering the way the fire bobbies are way over the top these days.

Yeah this. Pumpkins? Fucking pumpkins? We never saw a pumpkin round our way when I was a kid. You'd see them on American tv shows, but we knew what the real deal was.

 

Stick yer pumpkins. Hollowing out a raw turnip and carving an evil face on it was like trial by combat. Separated the men from the boys, that did.

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There's a family in my street who decorate the front garden with all sorts, creepy music, smoke machines and everything. I deliberately walk past that house because they're trying too hard. Instead I go to the auld fella a few doors down from them that puts a sign up saying 'trick or treaters not welcome here'. I make a point of banging on his door and repeatedly saying to my kids in a raised voice "Some people are just miserable old sods."

 

I got a boss scowl off him one year when he finally caved in and opened the door.

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There's a family in my street who decorate the front garden with all sorts, creepy music, smoke machines and everything. I deliberately walk past that house because they're trying too hard. Instead I go to the auld fella a few doors down from them that puts a sign up saying 'trick or treaters not welcome here'. I make a point of banging on his door and repeatedly saying to my kids in a raised voice "Some people are just miserable old sods."

 

I got a boss scowl off him one year when he finally caved in and opened the door.

I am that cunt too. Take your kids begging somewhere else.

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There's a family in my street who decorate the front garden with all sorts, creepy music, smoke machines and everything. I deliberately walk past that house because they're trying too hard. Instead I go to the auld fella a few doors down from them that puts a sign up saying 'trick or treaters not welcome here'. I make a point of banging on his door and repeatedly saying to my kids in a raised voice "Some people are just miserable old sods."

 

I got a boss scowl off him one year when he finally caved in and opened the door.

There's a family round here that don't open the door and just leave a tub of sweets outside. My four year old snaffled the lost last year and I couldn't have been more proud.
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