Geriatric OE

The weekly musing of a couple of Kiwis on their geriatric OE in The UK






Saturday, 2 November 2013

More halloween...



Lots of the stores around Crystal Palace have their Halloween decorations up. Skeletons and pumpkin’s, witches and goblins
I get the relationship between skeletons and witches, but scary faced pumpkins…hmm
So Mr Google, why pumpkins 

If you are not from the British Isles, you won't believe where your hollowed out pumpkin comes from! In Ireland and Scotland hollowed-out turnips with embers or candles inside, became a very popular Halloween decoration a few hundred years ago. Baldrick would have met his dream! (Fans of "Blackadder"  will recognize this!) Tradition held that they would ward off Stingy Jack and other malevolent spirits on Halloween, and they also served as representations of the souls of the dead. Irish families who emigrated to America brought the tradition with them, but they replaced the turnips with pumpkins, which, native to the new world, were plentiful. It didn't hurt that they are a lot easier to carve than turnips.  Have you ever tried to hollow out a turnip?  People began to carve frightening faces and other designs into their jack-o'-lanterns

This time of year reminds me of a party The Man and I held when we were members of a club back home in NZ.
We decorated our lounge with bats and spiders, cobwebs and ghosts. The Man decorated a cricket bat and rigged it up on the mantelpiece so that with the tweak if a string it appeared to be flapping.
So decoration done what about costumes. 

Hmmm…Oh I know lets tear that old sheeting into strips and presto chango it’s a ‘ mummy  As for me well with a bit of judicial face painting, a black outfit and a long curly tail, and presto chango I’m a black cat.
Our guests came in a  variety of costumes from Wee Willy Winky to a very impressive looking Franknfurter from Rocky Horror picture Show, complete with net stocking, sexy black corset, thigh high jack boots, cape and the piece de resistance green eye make-up  He came in a tad late and we all had a bit of a laugh when he told us why.

His car had broken down on the high street, fortunately near a phone box…pre mobile phone days. So there he was cowering beneath his cape in the glass sided phone box calling the AA for help.  He said he got some very odd looks from passers-by, not to mention the surprised look on the AA man’s face.

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