Trick or Treat?
I’m not one to be funny about Halloween. I don’t think that it’s inherantly evil, and out to get us. I don’t think it’s un-christian to fancy a bit of apple-bobbing, or to have a some sweets ready incase the local kids come trick-or-treating (as long as they’re actually dressed up… otherwaise it’s just money for menaces!). We’ve even hung a couple of small broomsticks on our door!
But I was strangely uncomfortable when in Friday’s copy of Metro (the free newspaper you get on London Transport in the mornings) on page three they had reprinted, in full, a 17th century spell for how to ward off your enemies.
The fact that it involved simmering a pint of your own wee for 10 days makes it highly unlikely that anyone will actually go ahead with it, but it made me really uneasy. There is real scary stuff out there… and it doesn’t make sense to me to play with it.
Now I’m going to watch some Buffy with Cath. Oh what a messed up world I live in.
Eeewwww.
That is all.