I’m still fighting against the creeping Americanisation of British culture, see I even kept the ‘zed’ (not ‘zee’) out of my spelling of Americanisation. It’s going to be an uphill battle as the plan is to raise The Feliciraptor and the ‘Plus One’ as Bi-Atlantic children, and this is going to mean somehow battling against the local apathy towards Halloween.
It is still a relatively recent import and has more of the contemporary aspects of Halloween (dress up and drink) than the classic (kids collecting candy…I mean sweets). It is still very much a treat occasion than trick, which is lucky because otherwise I would have a large volume of karma headed my way.
I’ve done plenty of tricks in my past, and been the instigator of many more. I’m even a bad influence on my two year old (who delights in telling people where poop comes from). In my time I have:
- Tried to steal an immovable stone and landmark
- Encouraged the moval of wheelie bins
- Rewired numerous computers to simulate computer faults (try adding a wireless mouse receiver into someone’s desktop and slightly move a mouse every time they try to click a button)
- Faked blue screens of death
These are the ones I am happy to disclose. Needless to say I can be a bit of a pain to those around me, you would just have to ask my two sisters (and even Mrs G). Mostly they are done under the influence of either alcamahol or boredom. I go out less than I used to so at least one factor is taken out of play.
Still boredom is a danger, and I can imagine taking children out a group of children trick or treating would not be entirely fun. This I think would be the worst trick that could be played on me at Halloween.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Trick or Trick.”
Let’s imagine it’s Halloween, and you just ran out of candy. If the neighborhood kids (or anyone else, really) were to truly scare you, what trick would they have to subject you to?