So it’s the Friday of the October bank holiday, which means that next time I post here I will have started my crucifixion year. I’m not sure how I feel about that yet. I’m not one usually given to depression over birthdays, but this week I’ve had a couple of wobbly moments. Another thing is the idea other people have that having a birthday on Halloween must be the coolest thing ever. It was when I was a kid, I loved dressing up and going trick or treating, perfect way to end a birthday. What kid wouldn’t want a pillow-case full of free candy to top off the day?
And the presents, oh the themed presents. Over the years I have received the following items:
-A voodoo doll
-A cackling witch with light up eyes (which has scared the bejesus out of every flatmate I’ve ever had.)
-A copy of John Carpenters ‘Attack on Precinct 13′ on VIDEO
-Black candles
-Pumpkin candles
-A Witches hat
-A Pumpkinhead doll
-A blackthorn ‘tranquility’ tree
and finally
-A broomstick (recieved on my 30th birthday from my sister, because I think she thought a shelf would be rude.)

The only thing putting a smile on my face this morning is knowing that if anyone even dares to hand me a cross on Monday I will batter them over the head with it.