from … guess what? Here it is in its early stages:
Not from girders, although it could be … here’s a clue … its main use is for one day of the year only, and that was yesterday. It used to be a standard, and much-loved, emblem of that day, but has lately been increasingly overshadowed by its American cousins. And it’s a pain in the you-know-what to create. That’s right – you’ve guessed it – here it is, complete:
So we had a bit of fun at work yesterday with our memories of turnip lanterns of yesteryear. There was a bit of badinage in the ether last week about the way pumpkins have taken over the lantern world so I thought it would be a good idea to do a turnip one; and the Troubadour kindly took up the challenge. Hence the power tools. One of the articles I read last week announced: ‘Survey reveals horror story of 1.1 million uneaten Hallowe’en pumpkins’, which is clearly a disaster in a hungry world. So I wondered about keeping the innards of the neep for a pot of soup. But … behold … this is what the innards of a neep look like after they’ve been gouged out with a power drill. Spiralised? You got it. Maybe it’s a terrible waste, making lanterns out of perfectly good veggies for one night’s mucking about in the dark. But hey. Turnips aren’t expensive. Pumpkins maybe a little moreso. I’ll put a bit extra in the Food Bank this month to salve my conscience.
Tonight, however, it’s farewell Mr Tumshie-Heid because, frankly, he is mingin. Happy All Souls and Saints Days, everybody. I hope your lanterns and masks keep all the evil beasties at bay for another year.