It used to be said that America sneezed and we caught a cold. That still rings true today – in fact, we’ve been in bed with a serious case of flu over recent weeks.
Hallowe’en has been with us for a while – time was when your child would paint a witches’ hat at school or craft a spooky face out of crepe paper and lots of that white glue (which just wouldn’t come out of grey school trousers, however hard you rubbed that Vanish soap bar).
Hallowe’en has now turned into a real festival of horror and outfits have come on considerably since I went out one year dressed as the Milky Bar Kid (it was all my mum could come up with at short notice), holster, guns the works. I turned into a gibbering wreck on the stage of the fancy dress judging when I turned round to see all my ‘friends’ eating the bars of Milky Bar that had dropped out of my holster as I waddled up the steps. And I didn’t even win...
Now though, every supermarket is crammed with Hallowe’en outfits which would put the Theatre Royal’s wardrobe department to shame. American razzamatazz has taken over in all its shiny glory.
Moving on to Tuesday morning and you could probably hear me shouting at the bathroom radio: “I don’t want to hear about Black Friday any more, THANK YOU!”
Black Friday wimpered into life here a few years ago and didn’t really catch on. Now, though, you can’t move without some marketing department shouting about deals on this or that. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just for the Friday but it’s at least a week of deals in the major stores. It’s unlikely to leave us anytime soon.
So what else do we have to look forward to making its way across The Pond?
We can’t get many more coffee shops crammed into our High Streets, so let’s assume the likes of Taco Bell, Panera Bread, The Cheesecake Factory will all be helping to expand out waistlines in the next few years.
Hallowe’en, Black Friday, processed foods and restaurant chains . . . quite a list of shame.
Then there’s Donald Trump.