Apart from the V for Vendetta style bloodlust Bock, I can understand your annoyance at little terriers who wouldn’t normally acknowledge you on a normal day, all of a sudden donning a mask and expecting you not to be a mean ‘aul shite when they pelt out a brutal tune on the tin whistle.

It’s all a brainwashing capitalist plot.

I guess you are urban-based? My memories of Halloween in the bog lands of Offaly are very good. My friends and I would spend weeks collecting/robbing old tyres from farms etc. to ensure that we put a rank stench of rubber over the two for many days after the masks were back in the attic, and scared the shite out of the local cops and parents with our antics.

We’d either jump through the flames after spraying a shit load of petroleum on them or ridding our bathrooms deodorant and hairspray collection, or maybe build a ramp where the local nutcase arsehole would do an Evil Kenevil style stunt through the inferno.

He usually ended up with a few blisters and charred eyebrows.

Nothing to worry about though, he had always had an ugly mug anyway.