Guy Fawkes Has A Lot To Answer For
Yup, bonfire night arrived again this weekend and although I am not a killjoy - No, I'm not! I've done more than my share of standing around in muddy fields on frosty nights and eaten burnt sausages, rounding up excited kids who have no idea what even a small flame can do to you and got ash in my hot chocolate.
This year, however it's beyond a joke. The fireworks started in neighbours' gardens at around 6.30 pm on Friday night - the official Guy Fawkes Night, and went on until two-thirty in the morning. Then Saturday night it began again, flash, bang, wallop all evening until after midnight. Now it's 6.45pm on Sunday night and they are at it again!
The New Year's Eve ones on the Thames are wonderful sight and who could complain to see thousands of people crammed onto the Embankment ooohing and aaahing to some fantastic pyrotechnics. A few whizz bangs and catherine wheels in a suburban back garden can hardly compare.
However, I hear the little grey men of the insurance industry and the town hall bureaucrats are slowly closing down community bonfires while blaming the largely mythical 'elf and safety.' And what a shame that would be in this 'don't have fun whatever you do society we are becoming' - though I wish the neighbours were all on the Embankment right now!
|Photos-London Embankment New Year's Eve 2009|