It’s the 5th of November, and there are a lot of fireworks going off around here. I don’t tend to do the Bonfire night thing these days, I just look out of the window at the ones others are letting off and get scared witless whenever someone lets off a banger.
I like fireworks when they are miles away from me, but I would never go and light any myself. I’ve never particularly liked sparklers either. I’ve had a fear of holding one ever since I saw that public information film where a little girl burns her hand after picking up a burnt out sparkler that had just been dropped onto the ground. The last time I held one I wanted to drop it immediately. Instead I nervously hung on to it, feeling the heat from it edging ever closer to my hand, then dropped it. Never doing that again.
This is the advert that did it, by the way. Gave me nightmares in the same way that so many British pifs did to millions of a certain age.
Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
Pretty much everyone in Britain learned the above rhyme when they were at school.
I’ve never been the biggest fan of Bonfire Night, probably because I’ve never been keen on standing outside in the cold while people set off fireworks. I always thought old Guy Fawkes and his crew could have picked a warmer time of the year to try and blow up the Houses of Parliament.
I’ve never really liked fireworks much either. Correction, I like them when I am watching them from relatively far away, or from a window. And don’t get me started on sparklers. I have been petrified of holding one ever since I was six years old and was scared by the public information film that warned of the dangers of them. The little girl’s scream as her hand gets burned after she picks up a burnt out one still haunts me. Come to think of it, all the firework safety adverts I saw growing up nearly put me off them for life. Even the one with Hale and Pace as their “The Management” characters was pretty disturbing.
One thing that I have noticed, is how some of the fireworks available to the public seem more big and powerful than the ones my parents used to get when I was younger. They’re almost like display ones and have a price to match. What happened to the boxes that had a catherine wheel, a couple of roman candles, a traffic light (my personal favourite) and a few other ones that looked pretty when lit and didn’t end in an enormous bang? Why do so many of the rockets these days scream loudly when they go off? And does anyone else think that bangers are the most pointless firework of all (unless you want to scare every animal and human within a two mile radius witless of course)?
I have been holding some sort of firework display though, on Animal Crossing New Leaf.
If you are celebrating tonight, hope you’re having a fun and safe one.
So I nearly messed up my “blog every day in November” challenge on the second day. To be fair I have only just got round to posting now because I lead an exciting life, don’t I?
I hope you can spot the sarcasm in that last sentence.
In truth, I have done sod all for most of the day because it has been cold, wet and dark. Very dark. And windy. Very windy. Like someone up there has been at the baked beans. This weather hasn’t however, stopped the fireworks from being set off tonight. I thought Bonfire Night was on Tuesday? And aren’t you getting cold and soaked standing outside watching someone lighting rockets?