Sunday, November 2, 2008

Ghost writer

I was out in town on Friday night...the first Halloween in years that I've not been at home, or guiding a small skeleton and a little devil around our neighbours' doors (M had that pleasure this year). Me and a friend went to see the Samhuinn fire festival, by the same people who do Beltane in May. It turned out to be a bit of a damp squib...impossible to see anything (what little I could see consisted of women dressed in scanty red outfits dancing around in a vaguely choreographed fashion), and appalling acoustics. Not to mention the biting cold. The pleasure of the evening, however, came from the costumes of the spectators. Like my sister (Fragments), I hadn't been aware of a growing trend for adults to dress up on Halloween. We stopped for a drink in the City Cafe, a favourite haunt (groan) of me and my friends in our clubbing days, and I felt underdressed. And a bit on the old side, as most of the clientele were in their early 20s. Most were dressed according to a pirate theme. First prize, however, must go to a tall, skinny, male goth/punk, with his short, spiky hair, his black drainpipes and leather jacket, and the most beautifully executed skeleton make-up. I, on the other hand, in the clothes I'd been wearing for work, could have been a ghost, for all the attention I attracted.

1 comment:

LottieP said...

It's all commercialised these days. Bah humbug. And as the photos on FB clearly show, green eye makeup isn't for everyone...