I assign rubbish English trick or treaters to Mordor. I normally just ignore it all because frankly I don't want to hand all my loose change over to some kids who have made no more effort than to wear a mask from Poundland.
About an hour ago some 12 year olds just smashed off my front door bell (ironically as my TV, on nuclear volume, had just played the first scene of the Wookies roaring in Revenge of the Sith) and I chased after them in the car and shouted at them. davem says you could hear me shouting from right up the street.

Maybe next year I will wear my cloak and get the staff and sword out and really scare them.
EDIT Don't I sound
just like Victor Meldrew?