With Halloween already a distant memory, now is the time of year we Brits would traditionally be looking forward to our next half-arsed quasi-‘seasonal’ event; celebrating the occasion when a bloke tried but failed miserably to blow up our ruling elite in the only manner deemed appropriate: Letting off a load of fireworks and gathering around communal bonfires!
To provide a little more context for those who’s never experienced ‘Bonfire Night’/’Guy Fawkes Day’, let me provide a little context for the typical ‘event’. For those already in the know, feel free to skip ahead. This will likely be a lengthy and mind-numbingly unsexy preamble, even by my standards.
Most UK towns and cities will play host to some form of Nov 5th celebration. In some cases these are tiny affairs with a small fire, a gathering of a few hundred people, and five disappointing minutes of things going ‘bang’ in the sky. Others are far larger with thousands of attendees, usually incorporate some live music in the prelude, and feature moderately impressive displays. At least for those inclined to look up into the sky and say ‘ooh’ at some pretty lights and loud noises.