There I’ve said it.
Just before you think I’m a horrible person I love Christmas and Easter. But I also hate birthdays – specifically my own. Sorry.
When I was 7or 8 (the last time I ever felt positively about Halloween) you had two costume choices: witch or vampire. I used to don my black bin bag and fake wig and politely ask my neighbours for sweets.
What I did not do was egg every house down the street. I know not every kid does this but having been a victim of an egg attack I tend to generalise.
Another thing that annoys me about Halloween is the commercialisation of it all. Every big supermarket has aisles dedicated to it from September onwards and people start covering their houses in a network of webs for me to innocently walk in to.
I am aware that this post seems unnecessarily angry but I just can’t stand Halloween.
Maybe I’m getting grumpy as I get older.