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The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.

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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Extreme Hallowe'en

Closeted safely away in the high eyrie which is Bracknell Towers, Lady Bracknell is blessedly immune from nuisance calls from hordes of small children, stuffed to the gills with sugar and tartrazine, all clamouring for brightly-coloured sweetmeats of no discernible nutritional value.

It is Lady Bracknell's considered opinion that the British Hallowe'en has suffered immeasurably since the American custom of "trick or treating" was seized upon by our increasingly rapacious youth. In Lady Bracknell's day, a child considered itself to be fortunate indeed if it successfully bobbed for an apple. Offer a child of a similar age the Hallowe'en treat of a slightly wet apple today, and one may expect to have one's garden gate removed from its hinges in the dead of night. Or worse.

But this is not to say that our American cousins can offer us nothing of note to help us celebrate Hallowe'en. These carved pumpkins - which are a far cry from the humble turnip lantern of Lady Bracknell's childhood - are only a taster of those pictured on Mr Tom Nardone's strangely compelling Extreme Pumpkins website.

Lady Bracknell feels that a talent like that of Mr Nardone should not go unrecognised, and therefore warmly recommends his site to her readers.


Blogger Wilf said...

I am not sure what tartrazine is but I'm sure if you sprinkle sugar on it, it will taste quite good. Being a child, I like to go round (with Mum) and stick out my Tesco bag to be filled with sweets. My Dad does not believe in encouraging Halloweeners and so he gives out fruit - grapes and mango slices - and NOBODY comes to our house anymore.

I love the flaming pumpkin and the puking pumpkin the best.

8:16 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Lady Bracknell was quietly confident that Wilf would be particularly appreciative of those pumpkins...

She trust he will not make himself sick this evening by eating too many sweets.

9:06 pm  
Blogger melbamae said...

I can't thank you enough for posting this link. What fun!

10:11 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mr Nardone is talented, but has a worryingly dark and twisted side, I think.

Excellent post Lady Bracknell, and great site btw!

7:34 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Ah, but it is his dark and twisted side which so appeals to her ladyship...

Lady Bracknell welcomes Spymum to her humble scribblings, and thanks her for her compliments.

7:37 pm  

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