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Weekly Lesson Audio: Halloween
Here is the audio for my weekly lesson.
Weekly Lesson: Halloween
For study until 3rd of November 2024
Subject: Halloween
Audio: On usual social media platforms.
It is Halloween and as usual my town has a parade which takes place on the closest weekend. Usually artists create a monster which looks like its hanging over the town hall, but as everything has gone digital, there isn’t actually anything to see unless you attend the event where monsters are beamed on to the walls of the town hall after it gets dark. It is kind of sad that there aren’t any installed monuments to visit anymore during the day. As movie makers say “It’s all in the can”.
I went to the town centre and was upset that there was really nothing to see. Preparations were well underway, complete with loudspeakers. They were loud enough to wake the dead if you excuse the pun. I don’t mind a bit of Kelly Clarkson but I take exception to Celine Dion. My opinion of her is so bad that I remove myself from conversations about her by saying:
“Oh, Celine Dion? My cat really, really doesn’t like her” – it seems the only way I can avoid being rude about her voice. The third person is really useful sometimes.
By preparations, I mean the roads were sealed off and large projectors were placed around the centre. The parade at night is nice to see but has too many people to make it in any way enjoyable.
When I was a kid, Halloween was one night in the year when we dressed up, carved turnips and painted pictures of witches. It didn’t extend to weeks of celebrations with horror movies about psychotic killers, there wasn’t a Halloween brand and any sense of fun associated with it was Disney style and harmless like the movie Hocus Pocus. There were always objections to it though particularly from Churches which still had a lot of influence in the 70s and 80s but most of us saw it as harmless fun. It didn’t extend beyond putting a sheet over your head and shouting “booo”. I think its popularity was because it was a shared experience and time honoured. My father carving the turnip, my mother making cookies and my grandparents buying sweets. These days the kids just go to the supermarket and stuff their faces full of whatever they can buy.
In more recent years as Religion seems to have dwindled, Halloween has become not only a brand but a much bigger celebration than Christmas. Houses with decorated windows, lights, pumpkins, scarecrows without heads and covered in blood which make them look putrid.
A group of kids turned up at my place last night looking for sweets and shouting “trick or treat”. The phrase “trick or treat” is a new phenomenon which we borrowed from America but it does represent what kids do on that night. They visit neighbours and ask for sweets. We don’t actually respond by choosing an option like “trick” we just give them sweets and then they leave. In my case I use my video doorbell, see the costumes and just ignore them. Maybe I am a hard hearted Skype English Teacher but I prefer to be on Skype talking to people about how frightening learning English can be rather than talking to kids about how frightening they look.
A lot of people don’t like Halloween because of its darker connotations. I do know that 31st October has always been associated with the dead and it is a night when the dead and the living supposedly can meet each other. It is kind of like the Day of the Dead in Mexico but we don’t leave gifts on graves for the dead, in fact we don’t even think of them. British people are not sentimental in that way, at least not on Halloween and we are far too mean to leave alcohol for dead people on their graves.
The original idea back in the 17th century is that if we dress up as ghosts, no one will know who is alive and who is dead, offering some kind of protection on the night. Here in the UK we also have a number of people who are pagan or wiccan. Halloween for them is a religious observance akin to Christmas and they are also becoming fashionable. Halloween has long been associated with magic and as a child I do remember seeing things like dead chickens on graves and more recently farmers keeping their horses locked up on the night for fear that someone will cut off their tails, there has been a few police reports about that and on local media. So it is clear that in the countryside there are people around practicing some kind of magic on that night but nobody knows who they are or why.
I did feel a little bit disturbed when I was in the supermarket and the assistant was dressed as an old hag. As her face was hidden, I couldn’t see who she was or her facial expressions and that made me a bit uncomfortable. But it’s no worse I suppose than dressing up as Santa Claus or people wearing covid masks.
My feelings towards Halloween are rather ambivalent, I don’t like the costumes but I suppose there’s no real harm.
I had a discussion with my neighbour about this:
“Are you all set for Halloween?” He muttered wryly.
“What do you mean all set?” I asked, trying to disarm his vain attempt at humour,
“I mean do you have the sweets ready?” was his next attempt at small talk.
“Um, no…… I don’t.. I don’t really…..” but by that point he had walked off, reminding me again that this was only small talk and I shouldn’t be thinking about answering well.
Strangely he had the same conversation with me at Christmas time, its just their way of making conversation about nothing but when they don’t get the answers they want the conversation simply dies. It does make me wonder though what makes other people excited and how they lead their lives. I had a pang of sadness that I might be missing out on something, spending most of my days online. I mean there could be elephants dressed as witches living next door all the year round and I likely wouldn’t notice.
The clocks change by one hour around the same time as Halloween, I use the American proverb to remind me which way they change:
Spring Forward ( In Spring they go forward).
Fall Back (In Autumn they go back, Autum is the British word for Fall).
Once a big deal, now that’s automated as well. I wonder if people in the future will even realise these things take place?
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What is a TV Licence?
Weekly Lesson: The TV Licence
For study until 27th of October 2024
Subject: The Television Licence
Audio: On usual social media platforms.
The Television Licence
It was one of those days where I was grateful for technology. After hearing someone knocking at my door, I opened the doorbell video app on my phone and saw two men standing there.
“Oh” I thought…..either they are trying to sell me a broadband deal for better Wifi or, they are religious. I had to make a snap decision whether to actually open the door, so I thought it best just to ask them who they are, using my phone. After all, last time I was lumbered with a heater, toaster and washing machine (see my lesson from two weeks ago) from the Charity givers.
“Can I help?” I asked, while staring at the app and the mic on my phone.
“Yes, it is TV Licence Enforcement, we need to see your licence”.
“Oh, OK”
I walked to the door, trying to gather my thoughts on the way, I opened it to see an ID pushed into my face.
“Its about your TV Licence sir”, one of them blurted out. “We just checked with the Post Office, it has expired”.
I remembered how serious this can be. If you own a TV in the UK then you need to also have a licence. It costs around £200 each year. When you buy a TV, you also need to give your name and address and the shop is legally obliged to tell the Enforcement Officers. You also need one if you have BBC Iplayer on your phone or computer. It’s terribly organised and definitely very British to enforce it in this way.
“I have a licence” – in fact I pay quarterly” I replied, “ you took forty pounds just yesterday from my bank account”. I chuckled. They clearly didn’t see the funny side of my words. Of course they wanted to see the paper, so I invited them in.
“Sooooo, that’s the TV?” they said as they entered my living room. They were obviously still in suspicion mode. I did my best not to give a sarcastic remark. By this point I was trying desperately to find my licence. I remembered it was electronic so I was scrolling through my phone trying to find it. It seemed like a lifetime had passed,
“If this was Ancient Egypt you would have found it by now” – one of them said sarcastically.
As I was standing at the window scrolling on my phone, I saw their truck outside, it kind of looked like a camper van or little caravan with a huge metal bit on the roof but their trucks always look uglier and more grey than any holiday truck.
“Nice cat” one of the men said. My cat hissed and walked away. I really wish I could have done the same.
“Not friendly is he?” he chortled.
“Oh he hates everyone, its not personal, don’t worry” – I quipped.
“Here is the licence” – I showed it to them on my phone and they looked confused.
“Is this not apartment number one? They asked squinting their eyes.
“No, this is apartment two” I responded, realising what had happened.
“Well, sorry we got the wrong apartment” they admitted, as they both headed to the door.
“Well there’s no one living next door” I chirped again, the guy left some weeks ago, I know because I have some stuff here for him.
“Oh there is someone there – we can see what channel they are watching” he said as he looked down at his Ipad walking towards the apartment opposite.
It is indeed typical in a country like ours that they would develop technology to ensure you have a TV licence. Its hardly the be all and end all of everything but we love solid rules and enforcing them.
Just at that moment a Priest entered my apartment block and as I live on the ground level, he saw me first. “Did you call for the Last Rites to be administered?”
“Eh… no……” I uttered
“Um, I know it was someone in this block but I don’t know who….” He replied
“Well it wasn’t me…” I said uncomfortably, hoping that he wouldn’t ask me about Church attendance. Everyone knows the Parish Priest and I was rather hoping that he had forgotten I existed.
He glanced at his notebook..”my my….sorry It’s apartment two on the next level…”
“I don’t suppose you need them anyway…? I could swing by later….?” – he chortled “Remember you don’t have to be dying to get the Last Rites”.
“No, no no…. I’m in great health….” I said, convincing myself that it was true, shook my head and backed away as he walked up the stairs. I got a bit flabbergasted. Do I look like I need the Last Rites? The barber always gives me OAP rates and I never correct him but I am still a long way away from aged 60. My day couldn’t really get any more surreal.
I watched as the TV Enforcement officers knocked on the door opposite, of course there was no reply. So they stood there and I closed the door and opened the video app again. After a few moments they started calling through the letterbox (These people meant business and I had forgotten just how much power they have). They can choose to simply give you a penalty or if you agree to trot down the post office and buy a licence immediately, they will overlook the fact that you had a TV without one. You can buy it online as well.
There was indeed someone inside, I could hear a difficult conversation. It sounded like there was a guy insisting he didn’t have a TV. My app caught a clear picture of him, it looked like a scene from a 1967 hippie movie, my neighbour was wearing a kaftan, love beads and sandals. He kind of looked like Barry White but not as entertaining. The TV licence enforcement officers weren’t getting in and I could hear the conversation was getting uncomfortable. Finally they reached a compromise and the two men left, looking happy. A thought came to my mind that they were earning commission.
My video doorbell hadn’t picked up anything from that apartment in weeks, so it was really strange that the man living there hadn’t left in weeks. By the looks of him it looked like he hadn’t left since 1967!
The moral of the story is, get a TV licence if you own a TV and live in the UK. They will find you if you don’t.