Consider this for a moment - there's a fair chance that you, or someone in your family, spent the weekend dressing up like a rotting corpse, and standing in a room with various other ghouls and demonic creatures, munching on eyeball cupcakes and drinking witches' piss punch. Odd, isn't it? That's the curious thing about history; even when it loses all its meaning, some traditions just cling on regardless, making us look a bit weird in the process. Anthropologists sometimes call this teleological superfluity, when the original purpose of something is lost but it continues being used anyway, like wooden handles on steak knives.
I still have a love/sh*t-my-pants relationship with this time of year and occasions such as Samhain, Halloween, All Saint's Day and Bonfire Night. Many of the festivals taking place over the next few weeks are, at heart, celebrations about finding light in the darkness of winter as well as being a time to honour those no longer with us. In short, it's spook season and I spend quite a lot of it hiding behind the sofa, peeping between the fingers of my six-year-old. But I'm feeling brave, and in the spirit of not being a lily-livered, malingering pant-wetter, here is a list of the spookiest most atmospheric places in Britain I can think of.
ICAEW is worried we are going to see the same operational problems arising that we saw for tax credits - especially for those with fluctuating incomes. We want a simplified tax system that is as clear and efficient as possible. However as you can see from the issues raised, this charge will add considerable complications.
We should leave young people to stumble though their own individual paths of sexual discovery. This particular gateway to adulthood is the most exciting of all. Safe sex education is one thing, spelling out preferences, defining fantasies and dictating appropriate reactions is short of social engineering... There has always been a demand - and therefore a supply - of eroticised images. From explicit Egyptian cave drawings and carvings, to top shelf magazines, people - mostly men - have perpetuated a fascination in the physical sexualised female form.
No one's religious anymore. Not anyone with any sense. Religion incites hatred, starts wars, and vilifies anyone who challenges its narrow-minded views. Believing in a big bearded man in the sky is stupid. I can say and do what I want because when I die I'm either going to be burnt or rot in the ground. That's it.
It's simple. Take a wander in to your nearest wine store, or supermarket, and have a wee peak at the range of quality half bottles on their shelves. Not too many eh! In my time as a retailer I have lost count the amount of times where someone asked me for a half bottle of wine. Not everybody wants to spend money on a full bottle, especially if they only fancy a tipple once a week.
In the winter we have to go against our natural inclination to reduce our activity levels as its dark and miserable in the outside, as well as endeavouring to be more disciplined in our eating patterns - despite the encompassing festive season - aiming to keep evening and night-time carbohydrate intake low, especially those of the simple variety e.g. white pasta, white bread, white rice, baked/roast potatoes, baked goods, soft drinks, desserts etc, to reduce insulin demand. For serious cases of rhythmic misalignment bright light therapy can also be used.