No it's not the lyrics from Fame, it’s bonfire night or fireworks night or whatever the cock you call it these days -- a good old English tradition of celebrating anarchy and terrorism, and frightening pets. But today there’s another reason for popping the corks and blowing our fingers off with cheap explosives from Tesco. What a moving day it's been. So, whether you’re from Stroud Green, Finsbury Park or even, bless ‘em, Stround Green, I hope you’ll join me in a drink. Cheers!
As I write this, at 1:15pm, I hear the sound of WHISTLES and BANGS from down the street, and I expect this to continue daily until … ooh … well into January, I expect. I intend now to spend the rest of the afternoon in a pub, as I have done before, watching the kids setting rockets off down Marquis Road (last year they were assisted by a responsible adult who looked like he’d been sitting on The Bench all day drinking Horse Piss Lager, bless him). It’s a lovely time of year, and I’m glad I don’t work at the Whittington Hospital A&E, but I wish you all a fantastic evening on this momentous day.
See you later, perhaps? I’ll be the one who’s had more Guinness than everyone else.
Ta-ta, and be safe.
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it celebrates the capture, torture and scapegoating of a freedom-fighter from a persecuted religious/political minority. i for one agree with abolishing the monarchy (although blowing stuff up is so passé) and with religious freedom.
if we burned effigies of the inmates of guantanamo every 9/11, it would mean about the same thing (forgetting for a moment that islamists want to inflict the very opposite of what fawkes stood for). i'm really not by any means a right-on, politically correct person, but i find myself in agreement with guy fawkes and can't take any joy in the celebration of his punishment.
i'm going to watch <i>v for vendetta</i> tonight. alan moore's take on the story is foof for thought...
But it's certainly given me "foof" for thought.
Hurrah for staying in.
Heeeeey! Star Wars night! We could blow up a big Death Star instead of burning effigies of some old bastard with a beard from history who was so stupid he couldn’t even blow up parliament properly. I mean if you’re going to do a job, do it properly or just piss off, that's my motto.
Silliness aside, last night around 11pm there was a charming bunch of grown-up twenty/thirty-somethings on Woodfall Road having their own fireworks display in the park. Ahhh.
If you were one of them, cheers!
Hmmm. Sparklers are a bit like lightsabers…
We were walking by Tesco a few days ago. A boy of about 13 tried to talk to us. I thought he was going to ask us to buy him booze (which I can't totally disapprove of as we used to get older friends to buy the stuff). It turned out that he wanted fireworks. He was very polite and assured us that he had the money. I was almost sad to have to say no. It was all very sweet.
until he lets a rocket off thru someone's letterbox or blows his own fingers off...
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Except that I rather liked V for Vendetta, especially the bit at the end where everyone has their own mask.