Whizz Bang

It's Guy Fawkes Night tonight and the village sounds like a war zone with fireworks going off all over the place. I love it, one of the things I miss in Australia is the ability to buy explosives at least once a year and set them off in the confines of your garden.

Except this year I left it too late and Sainsbury's sold out so I've just got to watch all the neighbours.

I suppose I could still go out and burn a pope. Actually it's only Lewes in Sussex that still burns the pope, the rest of us have to burn the Guy.  That's progress I suppose.

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I can think of no reason

Why the Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent

To blow up the King and Parli'ment.

Three-score barrels of powder below

To prove old England's overthrow;

By God's providence he was catch'd

With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King