“Um never,” replied Johnny.
“Nor me,” Steve said, “maybe the girls did on St David's Day, but otherwise never. But these days hardly a day goes by when there aren’t pictures on my Facebook feed of kids off to school dressed as their favourite Harry Potter character or some such.”
Johnny nodded it was true.
“National book day, Roald Dahl day, Halloween, dress up as your favourite poem day, got to school as your dad day.” Steve counted them off on his fingers. “They had Shwmae day the other day whatever the fuck that is. For fuck’s sake, there’s more fancy dress in schools than on an Easy Jet flight to Prague.”
“I wonder why they do it?” Johnny chimed in.
“I haven't got a clue,” Steve said. “I can't really see how wearing a crappy costume is educational. Unless it teaches the kids what it is like to be uncomfortable all day.”
“I would've hated it,” Steve replied.
“Maybe there's a direct correlation between the smoking ban and costumes.” Johnny said. “when did the costume craze start?”
“And another thing,” as usual Steve ignored Johnny’s input.
“George Costanza from Seinfeld. Surely the point of Halloween fancy dress is in the name. When did it become an excuse to dress like a TV character?
“Mate, the world's gone to pot.”
“It has,” Steve reflect.
“Oh by the way,” Johnny said. “Happy birthday you old git.”
“Cheers,” Steve replied, holding up his pint then taking a swig.