We British officially don't "get" Halloween. My house hosted one party when I was six, and it was awesome. By the very next year I had grown out of it, as had my two-year younger brother, who has always kept up with me.
An English correspondent living in LA reported that his neighbour had advised his wife to spend upwards of $300 on crap for this evening. Which, in the current economic climate, sounds particularly excessive and unnecessary. Sure, let's spend a small fortune on sweets for other people's kids who will be demanding a reward for ruining our entire evening.
I've never been so happy to be living on the sixth floor. Last year I had a house with a door, which is prime trick-or-treating fodder. Certainly the little blighters kept turning up. They did not leave fulfilled.
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