Just before Halloween was the annual Pumpkin Carving Contest held by Martin and Tina. Bill was the reigning Pumpkin King and before the event I helped him to customise his cloak a bit by sewing a large grinning pumpkin face onto the back of it. The year before, I was the King so had sewn little felt pumpkins all around the trimming. He signed his crown for his time in reign, wrapped up warm and off we went.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to carve a pumpkin this year as I was feeling quite grotty. However, I didn’t do too badly and once I got immersed in the process it took my mind off my queasiness.
Pumpkin carving usually goes hand in hand with cider drinking for us but this year I was good and stuck to water. There was so much alcohol around and not a drop to drink..bah!
Bill stormed through his pumpkin and was running around talking shit while I still laboured in the corner over mine. I did finish in time though and managed to get my pumpkin proudly lit at the front of the house ready for judging.
Halloween really seems to have snuck up on us this year. Last year I was really prepared and had been working on my dragon costume well in advance. This year it feels like we looked up and Halloween was merely days away. It seems to be a general feeling though as many of the shops were lacking the usual abundance of Halloween props, neighbourhood houses that usually sport crazy decorations remained bare and there were certainly fewer participants at the pumpkin contest. Getting through to the final round of judging was thus relatively easy as unlike previous years where several rounds are endured, we culled the competition in a matter of two sweeps through the offerings.
The judging usually goes like this: everyone stands around outside as one by one each pumpkin is evaluated. Cheers of “YAY!” or “blow it out!” determine its fate. Pumpkins deemed to be particularly bad suffer a cruel fate:
Needless to say, Bill retained his crown with his contribution of Stitch Face:
I came in third. However, I think I was robbed as before the judging began I heard several people commenting that my pumpkin was Bill’s. I think that explains why there was such a strong contingent trying to push me out of the running even though I swear mine was better than the second place pumpkin! Also, Mr Second Place had a crowd of mates to cheer him on, whereas I just had Bill. Tina tried valiantly to keep my pumpkin in the running, but twas not to be.
Second Place Pumpkin: (boooo hissssssss…blow it out! blow it out!)
My effort for 2005:
Still, the way I was feeling I was glad to have made one at all. Shortly after the judging we had to beat a hasty retreat and head back home, where I went straight to the bathroom and started throwing up again. Oh joy! Silly baby, when Sproglet’s born we shall have to have words.
Three cheers for Bill, Pumpkin King 2005!
Pip ray! Pip ray! Pip ray!