so halloween brought the postponed pride march to the streets, quite a cool mix it must be said, some of the costumes were pretty fantastic and, as ever, there was just a good vibe hanging over the whole thing... it still feels a bit odd though, that the meaning of the day, samhain that is as opposed to the march, is obscured beneath its americanisation and then diluted further here....
still, at the end of it we each perform our own little rituals, a glass of whisky and another sitting for any who'd drink from the wine breath, all out of muscatel, a copy of yeats and a listen to an old gin goblins halloween gig...not a bad way to invite old ghosts to sit awhile...