Ah Dana you old misery - you don't even have a sleeping baby to back you up, unlike Clod. Although if they upset Pilau I spose it counts.
I'm not sure how I would feel about summer fireworks - it would probably be raining if we had a July display here. But winter fireworks are the dogs'.
Nothing like a village firework display, with a huge bonfire on the village green. All the pubs selling pints in plastic cups outside, and unidentifiable charred things in buns that you buy just because you can (and your Mum always made you bring your own when you were a kid). Face roasting and back freezing, everyone trying to work out which way the wind is blowing so you can stand out of the smoke, but it seems to come from every direction at once. Numb feet in boots, sparklers held in gloves, a freezing fog coming down, half the residents complaining that the other half probably didn't even contribute in the door-to-door collection for the event, and look - I know for a fact those people have come over from [insert next village]
And then the display - a couple dozen individual fireworks, that somehow, in that setting, seem to beat the professional displays hands down. All the adults saying OOOH and AAAAH in a tongue in cheek way, some poor little jessie of a boy crying and annoying his Dad. And the chance that at any point a firework could shoot off sideways into the crowd. Or under a car - which made me laugh both pairs of socks off - residents had all been asked to move their cars by the police, so it was ILLEGALLY parked. It wasn't damaged though.
I love it.
Happy 4th to you all anyway.
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