I hate All-Hallows-Eve. I hate children coming to my door at that dreadful hour of the evening between scotch and "Yes Prime Minister". Then the little heathens have the audacity to say "Nice get up!!" How dare they? It's a poor costume. It's only a simple sheet taken from the spare bedroom where Tiffany died. It's nothing special. I have never got the appeal of Halloween. Probably because nothing scares me but blinking, and not many children come as eyes. And it's not like the darkness worries me. I am worried about poor security at our prisons, more and more criminals are escaping, freshly raving from all our drug testing. Oh dear. I think I'm in trouble again. Only this time daddy isn't around save me. I'm sure it will all sort itself out. Things usually do in my experience.
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