When I was young, and Halloween was just becoming a thing, and other people’s mums were doing fun stuff like blindfolding children and sticking their hands in a bowl of peeled grapes, calling them witches’ eyeballs, my mum was saying: “This is a disgusting Americanisation of what was previously a very low-key event.”
I used to daydream about how great it would be to have one of those fun mums who didn’t hate America. Imagine all the other stuff she might do! She might buy Pop-tarts just to see what they were like. We might go to Disneyland.
