(This is one of the few times that I will blow my top on this blog)
Someone is making a killing here. Whether it is pumpkin conglomerates in Illinois or plastic toy factories in Southern China, the emergence of Halloween as a reason to spend your hard earned cash on a completely baseless festival is worrying. Just like Mother’s/Father’s day or Valentine’s, an obscure European festival has been hijacked turned into something far more than it should have been.
Shops are filled with gaudy toys (real tatty crap) and other trinkets, little kids knock on your door demanding cash (work you feral buggers) and nigger kids decide to throw eggs at anything they can (I hope you starve one day).
Halloween is s**t! Really, I have never seen something so trite, even worse than these other ‘holidays’ which at least has the veneer of love (expressed in by an overpriced rose or a lousy card). Halloween has no positive attributes whatsoever. From the amount of food that is thrown out (how many of those pumpkins were used to actually make food rather than grotty masks) to the sheer tenacity of raising a generation of children who think it is perfectly normal to knock on doors and beg for money (work-shy little b******s).
The whole ‘event’ is a pile of crap that is the final p**s take in the FTSE100’s quest for my hard earned money. I do not want to spend my free time having to chase away someone else’s children off my property, nor do I want to have to clean up the filth left by those egg throwing hooligans. I certainly do not need to buy, every year fake devil’s tridents or awful witch’s hats. And I like to eat my eggs, cooked and on a plate. I do not like seeing foxes roam around the city at 3am licking yolk off the pavements.
Halloween actually has a fascinating history that has been completely lost in the flood of cash registers. It exists as there is a need for companies around the UK to pick up the nation’s spending. Unlike other countries there is no Thanksgiving (N. America), Diwali (India and surrounding area) or Mid-Autumn Festival (most of East Asia). After summer, there is a lull in what we as a nation spend, as people try to save up for Christmas and are really trying to get over the annihilation that the summer holiday has done to most family’s wallets. Especially as there are no public holidays between the end of summer and the Xmas period, there is a need for companies to keep making money. Hence Halloween, the most trumped up holiday since Valentine Day’s cheap attempt to kick start consumer spending after the Christmas binge.
The whole thing makes me sick. Now pass me the hollowed out pumpkin mask, I need a place to puke up…
October 16th, 2009…it was another bright and beautiful day in London town, the last remnants of a barbecue Autumn, swinging into view. The air was alive with the tingling sensation of something a little bit more than just tet-a-tet and yet, something was amiss from the usual bravado of “D’s” day. For some reason, as she looked out over the plains of suburbia, she felt that something was missing. Not from her life, she had a full belly, shelter and a job that paid well. But something was missing. Was it a broach, a pen, or that letter in the post? Nevertheless, despite the seemingly mundane issue of what was missing, the bugging feeling could not be dismissed so easily by “D” who retained a seemingly aloof quality to her normal daily routine…
So what happened while I was away. Well, um, that’s a good question, as I did not check out the news while abroad. Well, a few thing. Firstly, my green button has returned! Who says that no one reads this blog…(me?)…it really is the little things that make me smile. Oh, and talking about my seer saying, the news that Boris is going to raise TfL’s fare rises and cut bus services reminds me of the good old days of the 1990’s…and finally, well, there really is no finally, I’m too pooped to blog anymore….two hours sleep, I think I am back to normal!
I do not like shifts. And Autumn. A deadly combination of evil and more evil. Voices annoy me. I feel lethargic. And, I have the overwhelming desire to hurt fleas. But most of all, I want to cut my toenail. It is bugging me. As I was sleeping, it was chaffing on my duvet. Annoying little thig. The hypersensitivity of my left foot bugs me from here to Croydon. Expect more tomfoolery anytime soon…
I really liked doing this, both as a short film and as a comic strip.
Originally, Nick came to me and asked me to shoot Jay and Kay in the back garden, just chatting, and most importantly, having the milk bottle ‘disappear. He then told me to ‘trust him’. So I did. A few weeks later, he brought me the animation sequence and so was born the two alter egos of Silvertop and Goldtop.
The reason why I have enjoyed this webisode so much is that the story is continued in the latest incarnation of Caution Wet paint, Jay and Kay Save the World! Yep, give me a chance, and I will string a story out far beyond the stars…into the realms of madness!
Just in case you think life is all movies ad CWP, I also do a ‘few’ other things ‘on the side’ I am still with the VlogsUp team, pumping out a vid every Tuesday. I also head to NuSound Radio every Sunday from 5-7pm to play the latest hits on the ‘Movies and Music Show’. You see, I do get out and about…
I remember the Soviet Union. Big, bad, red. We had big cola brands, the communists had lousy cars and awful looking women with too much testosterone. Of course the reality was somewhat different. Colas rot your teeth, Eastern Block women are hot, and despite having a car, a bicycle is stil the fastest way to cross London, 20 years after its invention.
I remember the mid-90’s. Boy bands that were awful, girl bands that could not sing. Of course, times have not changed much. Music is still awful, but instead of a 1960’s revival, we are now going through an eighties revival. I wonder if anyone will attempt a 1990’s revival in music, but how can you revive a revival decade?
I remember the war on terror. Blair and Bush killing people both at home and abroad in order to get cheaper oil for the companies they held shares in. Squandering the assets of the Western world on geopolitical strategy that will take generations to pay off. All of a sudden, the War on Terror seems quite quaint as an idea, more like a war of attrition.
I remember starting this blog, an awfully long time ago and thinking that this would never last. My mind is too fickle, my whims too contrasting. Shockingly it still exists. In a way, although it is completely random in what it covers.
Many of you will be reading this with your corn flakes this morning. I saw ‘many’ when I mean maybe two people will be reading this as part of their morning ablutions. Some will read this at work. On the desk, sneaking a quick view for ‘recreational’ or ‘educational’ purposes. Some of my precious viewers may see this via a link from a search engine or some other form of viral trafficking. Or this could flatline as an empty day. No matter what, I do not know, as I never keep tabs on my blog’s stats. I could have one or one million people visit everyday, and I would be none the wiser.
Odds on however is that when you are reading this, I will probably be asleep. Well then, check out the post time. I very rarely post at a sensible time of the ‘day’. Normally it is after work or after I get up. But as I work some crazy shifts, then it really does not help matters. My post times do not actually reveal when I am working or not (this morning, for instance, I am off).
But whatever you are doing this morning, enjoy it! I am personally an early bird and there is nothing better than seeing in the mornings with a fine blog! Enjoy your read!
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