krtek a houby
Merry Xmas!
As a kid it was always about "collecting" rather than "trick or treat". That name hadn't crossed the Atlantic back then. You'd dress up best you can in some crappy mask from Dunnes or Quinnsworth and go house to house, collecting nuts and penny sweets. Some of the posher houses gave away Mars Bars and soft drinks, so they were always called on first. Some of the other neighbours were angry, shouty and scared and would berate us for calling on them. Guess they were terrified themselves like cats and dogs.
Speaking of which, there were always reports of animal cruelty. Don't know how much was urban myth and how much was true. Dog gets lit banger up its arse, cat chucked on bonfire. That kind of unpleasant stuff.
Bonfires were the main attraction. Focus of the community. And how we'd fiercely guard ours from neighbouring estates trying to nick it or burn it.
The lighting of the fire would include rubber tires, petrol and plastic. Any dodgy environmental unfriendly shite, back then.
And the next morning, a few of us would gather round, staring sadly at the embers and realising it would be a whole year to go before that magical and mundanely shite night came round again.
Oh, and yes, we had no pumpkins.
Speaking of which, there were always reports of animal cruelty. Don't know how much was urban myth and how much was true. Dog gets lit banger up its arse, cat chucked on bonfire. That kind of unpleasant stuff.
Bonfires were the main attraction. Focus of the community. And how we'd fiercely guard ours from neighbouring estates trying to nick it or burn it.
The lighting of the fire would include rubber tires, petrol and plastic. Any dodgy environmental unfriendly shite, back then.
And the next morning, a few of us would gather round, staring sadly at the embers and realising it would be a whole year to go before that magical and mundanely shite night came round again.
Oh, and yes, we had no pumpkins.
