Suddenly, or so it seems, the season of silliness is upon us. This weekend, the Trick Or Treat people will be knocking on doors – using a tradition they borrowed from the US of A – scrounging treats. It seems, of course, that they will be a day or two early, but school starts next week.
If they knock on my door, I often ask them to perform a trick on me. I have never once been tricked – because it seems all the youngsters just want a treat.
And then comes Bonfire Night when grotesque models of Guy Fawkes will be burned at the stake. Here in Wales, I would have thought we were civilised enough to forget this very English tradition. Have the pagan fire-festival by all means – but why remember the viciousness in pretending to put to death by horrible means a man whose history and actions most of the revellers do not know?
A Hard Day’s Night
The number of night-workers in Wales has risen by 29% recently. That’s according to statistics, and we all know about them.
And, it seems, one in seven of the People of Wales are now doing night-work.
Why has this happened? I ask because I am assured by many people who are supported only by the Welfare State that there is no work about – anywhere.