A la Recherche…………….

See Proust and thon madeleines bringing memories flooding back.  I know what he meant.

What brings back my childhood, more clearly than any other memory, and particularly at this time of year is the smell of a turnip lantern as it gently toasts in the heat of the candle giving it life. You deprived souls south of Hadrian’s Wall call them swedes, apparently, but the neep is a fine beast whether it is lying mashed on a plate beside a haggis that has been caught in its prime or being carried around the neighbourhood to keep the ghosts and ghoulies at bay on Hallowe’en. Continue reading “A la Recherche…………….”

Trick or treat

I notice that Boa has her broomstick out, Halloween is a non event over here (I did take the children trick or treating once but had to supply half the treats myself!)

Found these earlier (even a couple of new ones on me, liked the Bartender one 😉 )

Keep them handy in case the (grand)children come to visit today 🙂

 

horror jokes Why was the skeleton afraid to cross the road?
horror jokes It had no guts…
Halloween horror jokes
horror jokes How do witches keep their hair in place while flying?
horror jokes With scare spray…
Halloween horror jokes Continue reading “Trick or treat”

The Place: October Short Story Competition

The Place

They met at the usual bar. It was open 24/7, and it was a place to hang out, chill and meet people. There were the regulars of course, but people came and went, and although some were missed, their places were occupied by the newcomers and trade was brisk.

They were all exceptionally beautiful people, rich and successful. They oozed charm and sophistication; even white teeth and a confidence which always amused him.

Barista watched the room, dispensed cocktails with a quiet efficiency and listened. He responded to the regulars, laughed politely at their jokes but to most of the punters he was invisible; just someone behind the bar. Continue reading “The Place: October Short Story Competition”