So now it’s my turn to contribute a blog! I don’t generally do this much as I’m a busy bee. You know, doing important things. Like looking after money…. and posting pictures of myself on Facebook….
However i’m going to get a little nostalgic now about trick or treating. I have lived in London 5 years now. And not once have I had a trick or “treater” (can I say that?) come to my door. Which in my eyes is a massive shame. When I was a kid (physically that is) I used to meet up with a few of my friends from next door and we’d go down the road collecting goodies. Never once did we have to think about performing a trick. As in Beccles no-one ever asked for one. Every single old lady on my street just wanted us to sod off so she could get on with watching Eastenders, and so giving us what we wanted was the easiest way to achieve that!
However there was one old lady in particular that I recall…. She did something so devious. So ultimately atrocious that the memory is still etched into my brain to this day!! Which is quite a statement as the guys will vouch for my memory being terrible!
I went to her door…. She opened it…. We said the line…. “TRICK OR TREEEEEAT”
She then produced a handful of shiny sweet like things and placed them in our bags. Happy with our spoils we left her to her soaps. As far as we were concerned all was well.
When we arrived home I did as I always would and emptied my goods onto the kitchen table. On inspection everything seemed as it should be. Haribo, drumstick lollies, you know the usual. Then my eye was caught by the shiny object the old lady had placed in my bag earlier. It looked kind of like tin-foil but spherical in shape.
I opened the tin foil….
Removed it’s contents….
exposed it to the world….
They look like aliens don’t they??
You see my problem wasn’t the contents of the foil… As I actually quite like Broccoli. It was the extent of the deception that really affected me.
Naturally I went back and burned her house down.
Or am I.