Tonight is Bonfire Night. I remember as a kid I used to love this time of the year; fire and bangs and pretty explosions. I remember with affection the twinnies scrabbling round the estate collecting furniture to put on the bonfire down by the school. They did not want my old chewed bicycle – no burn potential.
Now Bonfire Night is a very organised affair, especially in London. Why fork out on expensive missiles when one can go to a London park and watch 15 minutes of choreographed bangs and sparkles? There are still a high number of morons letting off bangers in the street but this is more of a suburban thing. I do feel sorry for Napoleon’s Audrey – the poor little dog hates this time of year, she’ll be cowering under the sofa for the majority of today.
I’ve been to displays at Battersea Park (impressive) and Alexander Palace. The later was a bizarre event. I was a student and it was one of the very few times I decided to drop a load of acid with my flatmates and then go and watch the fireworks. It was great at first: “Wow, it’s like living colours man, the sky is falling” and “I can see God in the heart of that bonfire, dude”.
However, the drugs in my system began to take on a dark and negative aspect. I managed to persuade myself that I was in the trenches during the First World War. The explosions and shouting and disorganised filthy people put me in mind of a war zone. All the red rockets made me think I was sitting under a stream of running blood. I had a panic attack and had to go home to lie down.
Enjoy Fireworks Night and be safe. Unless you are a moron – then I hope you blow your bloody arms off.
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I agree.
Audrey will have to put up with the bloody things for a few months now what with xmas and new year and the like. b*st*rds.
Keep putting down the special spray and she’ll be fine. Tug her little bearded chin for me.