retrospective blog from 2011.
Autumn has to be one of my favourite times of the year. I love the change of colours and the wind blustering around. It’s probably the most romantic season of the year, if only for the fact, I’m not sweating, or running away from wasps and bees to actually concentrate being out in the fresh air. I actually find the wind exciting and refreshing, sexy and bewitching. I also like autumn because it’s nearly my birthday, Children in Need, bonfire night and remembrance Sunday. The only thing I don’t like about this time of year is Halloween.
It is just another ‘Hallmark’, festival, commercialised to sell terrible outfits and sweets, much the same as Valentine’s Day. I have yet to buy anyone a card for that occasion. It’s because I am actually very scared of Halloween, and I don’t like scary films. It stems from watching Poltergeist 1, 2 and 3 at a very early age and now there are several things I dislike. For example, full length mirrors are the best toy available in the bedroom. However, I have only just grown out of the habit of turning the mirrors round in my bedroom at night. I similarly have a hatred of dolls, human puppets and clowns thanks to that film, the shop windows in Prague were the only thing that marred my trip in one of my favourite cities. Furthermore, for some years, I was convinced, even in the day-time that the tree round the corner from where I lived as a child, was going to eat me.
I watched an interview with John Landis recently, and he confirmed that watching scary films at an early age has a deep psychological impact. Even at a later age, scary films can have an impact. I went to see ‘I am Legend’, all by myself with the impression that it was a thought provoking film. I spent half of the movie with my hands over my face, only to remove them at the worst possible moment; I nearly ejected from my seat. As much as I was committed to attending all the lectures of my favourite lecturer at university, I couldn’t manage a viewing of James Cameron’s ‘Alien’. The only two scenes I have seen, by accident, is when the female alien prowls her lair, and when the alien protrudes out of Ripley’s stomach. Even though I am well aware about the facts of life, those images can’t help but overshadow my fear of ever giving birth. I’ll be taking the surrogacy option every time…… I’m also guaranteed to be asleep well before mid-night.