

‘Pipes’ from Ghostwatch. I was 11. First proper Halloween. I’d watched scary films before, like Silence of the Lambs and Poltergeist both of which scared the crap out of me but Pipes was on a completely different existential plane.
I had a lot going on with my parents, too much for a child to deal with tbh. That Halloween was my first proper going out trick or treating, the first and only one which actually felt like a halloween. Then I got home and got to watch a Halloween special with Craig Charles from Red Dwarf no less. I believed it was real and I freaked out, so instead of letting me watch the end they sent me to bed and I just kept waking up screaming. I remember them being so angry at me because I couldn’t settle.
For probably a year afterwards I used to lie terrified and alone for hours in the dark listening out for any noise and trying to be as quiet and as still as possible. I didn’t really get over it until I was about 13. When I rewatched it as an adult I realised it would have been so much better if they had just let me watch the end.



Christmas 2002 and I am drunk in a bar somewhere in Abruzzo watching an Italian quiz show on the television. It was two fifty-something housewifish nanas vs ‘Matrix’ (his actual quiz show name) who was dressed in a black leather and sunglasses like Neo and the gang out of the movie. One of the kids in the bar (around eight or nine) was upset because Matrix apparently sucked at general knowledge. I still remember his little voice going ‘No! Matrix no!’ as the ‘you lose’ chime played and Matrix slouched off set to applause.
That shit was big for years. Good times.