up 1 November 2009
I know I have said I hate fireworks re halloween and all they entail – I probably should have prefaced that with talk of my fear of being close up to said firecrackers with eejits (us) in charge. Ain’t nothing more fab than controlled municpal displays – though it has to be said that all of the countries myself and Himself find ourselves in over New Year’s love their sparklers and care not a jot how close you are to ‘em.
In the old days, by the by, when I was but a pup (and before the tractor was invented) Halloween had no such AMericanisms as Trick or Treat and you basically flung on a cheap cardboard mask and went from door to door BEGGING – again, ain’t no other way of describing it.
Am massively proud of one of my godchildren, Miss Emily White, who last night went about her neighbourhood dressed as the house from the movie ‘UP’ (balloons and all) – what a BRILLIANT thing to do! She is a singular gal and one to be watched.
Had a bit of a fit of melancholy today as Himself took off for the other home – too many goodbyes, and you all know how I avoid those wherever possible at my advanced age. Anyhow, shook it off by going to present a TMA award at the Lyric in Hammersmith – top night out celebrating all that was good in the regional theatres last year – and all was veh veh good indeed. So, theatre saved me = hooray! Thanks to Michael Cregan for asking me out to it and delivering such a good time to all.
