The life of a class traitor and peripatetic scouser.
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Over a glass or two of wine last night my brothers in law and I attempted some Pumpkin carving for the little uns, with I think half decent results. It was definitely easier and more rewarding than the turnip carving of my younger days. Halloween or duck apple night as it once was called was always fun but the carving of those flinty smelly and muddy buggers called turnips was not one of its highlights....a spooky change for the better I think.