WE’RE JUST ONE week out from the scariest night of the year.
I suppose it’s a kids’ thing and I shouldn’t be such a grouch but this “scary” lark is a tad overplayed.
A four foot kid dressed as a Star Wars character is hardly what I would call scary. Now if he were six foot, wearing a ski-mask and pointing a sawn-off shotgun at me, well that would be scary. Happily that rarely happens so I would consider myself reasonably scare proof.
There are a few things though that might send a shiver down my spine.
Dentists? Even the word causes an outbreak of gooseflesh. I’ll skip hurriedly past that topic.
A visit to Dundrum Town Centre? Oh yes. To be avoided at any cost. It’s a cathedral to consumerism on a vast scale and frankly I would prefer a visit to the Cardiac Unit, which is probably where I would end up anyway.
Herself when I mix up her medication? Not for the fainthearted.
Being forced to watch just about any programme on television that passes for “entertainment”? Luckily I usually commandeer the remote control so I’m spared that horror. Thank God for torrents.
The prospect of being governed by the same gang of inept, power-crazed, incompetent cunts for the foreseeable future? That is definitely the stuff of nightmares.
A walk in the park!