Well, I was all set to have a good old grump about Halloween. My idea of trick-or-treating is to pour a bucket of water out of the bedroom window onto the juvenile muggers. I had all the proper growls and grunts ready - "We never had this claptrap when we were kids", "It's a bloody American invasion of our country", "It has nothing to do with All Hallows Night" and so on. Then that damned Danny Baker on his Saturday show said "Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all know that. But the kids don't". The swine. Spoiling my super-charged grumpy rage. The blackguard is, of course, right. I have had to get in supplies of sweets. I nearly finished the previous sentence with a preposition; that shows how distraught I am.