Halloween. Not the all out let’s-copy-the-Americans nonsense that it is nowadays. No, we just used to knock on the door and run away from people. There’s something so deliciously funny about the silhouette stood in the rectangle of yellow light that is their front doorway calling out into the inky blackness as you crouch, tittering behind a car. Oh yeah, and the hedge bashing. One night I suggested it and in my naïveté, when my mate started jumping on the hedge, I had to ask him what he was doing! Doh!
Before darkness fell, I was attempting (yet again) to write a Risk simulator on the C64. And (yet again) I failed, miserably – though in my optimism I reported that it was progressing OK. Ha ha ha!