The odd department store has whacked a few pumpkins and a bit of straw around the place and are promoting their 'thriller' genre in the book section or displaying orange and white kitchen ware and pumpkin soup recipes by Donna Hay. The toy shops are playing on its commercialism to convince you that if you're seven year old doesn't dress up like Freddy Kruger and throw a handful of gak at his victims, he's going to miss out this Saturday.
There are even suburban mums, preparing bowls of tooth destroying gooeys for the few optimistics who knock on the door in the hope of a treat rather than a trick but unfortunately, this Halloween celebration thingy generally falls cold down under . . . .
So, for your viewing pleasure and because I am at this very moment constructing a wax effigy of my boss (Thanks Annie for the hot tip with the hat pin). The song by Ween seemed to fit the bill.
For those who love it (Melissa! I know you're all dressing up and pouncing on Pennsylvania!), put on your best and - as they would say in that fabulous movie "Hocus Pocus" run "Amok, amok amok!"
Oh and if you're at home with littlies . .do hire Hocus Pocus . . just the right amount of scare and comedy . .I'm heading out for my copy on Saturday night! The zombie is a cack!