D.O.A.

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Now back in Italy 🇮🇹 and the air is a little cooler in the evenings and even a little frosty early in the mornings. As the golden brown leaves continue to fall the place has an Autumnal feel about it.
Days are still bright and sunny.
We are now just into November so pinch, punch and it's time for a holiday!
Not for us, but it IS for the Italian folk, who seem to like a day or two off.

So, November the first is 'OgniSanti' or 'All Saints' day. 
This day was agreed ages ago when confusion reigned as there were so many different Druid and Pagan shenanigans going on that clashed with what the Christians and the other God botherers 🛐were up to, so the party police must have all held a general meeting and agreed on one day for all...' and cleverly came up with ...'All Saints' Day...ingenious!☯️

The next day, the Second, being my personal favourite, is 'Giorno dei Morti' or 'Day of the Dead'. ⚰️
Anyone who has seen the blood-fest Zombie trilogies in the 80's will definitely feel empathy with this as it's when the lost souls of all the deceased return to earth for one day to walk amongst us unseen and you are supposed to remember and welcome them and even set a place for them to have some lunch at the table.
Well I remember quite vividly what happened in 'Dawn of the Dead' and lessons have been learned.....there is no way I would have let that thing out of that cellar, let alone make it some dinner!
I for one will be wearing my special glasses and walking the streets with caution!

Traditionally, pumpkins and red candles are lit and the first roasted chestnuts are enjoyed.

DOA, a huge noisy track brought to you by US rockers, the 'Foo Fighters', 
play it loud to keep them pesky rotting corpses away!

Did toy with an AllSaints track for a title but couldn't find shit pop music in my personal archive!


Sent wi' th'ipad

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