Haunted by this bit of Americana and its virtues
HALLOWEEN in Australia.
If you listen to the anticreeping-Americanisation brigade, the adoption of Halloween here is another lurch towards us celebrating Thanksgiving and Donald Trump’s birthday.
We never did Halloween when I was a kid. But, like a zombie invasion, it has since marched across the land, and this Saturday night, between 5 and 7, our neighbourhood will be crawling with the living dead demanding confectionery.
The most horrifying thing: I have to concede it’s not all bad. The prospect of indulging creepy little kids flushes out neighbours we’d otherwise never have met.
For a gruesome ghoulfest, it’s pretty civilised. Households taking part make it clear with decorations or a little note on the gate and no one knocks on an unsure