Clean Shaven, Cropped and Near a Bridge
I was going to title this witty ditty “Firework Frenzy” or “Arseholes With Explosives” but I thought a new banner at the top was more important. Yes, the beard is gone and I got the top cropped.
Anyhoo, the legalised noise pollution and pet terror that is Guy Fawkes night is upon us again. Actually it was on us last night. Actually it has been upon us since the “authorities” saw fit to allow the shops to sell fireworks to anyone with a glassy gaze and floor-dragging knuckles at the end of British Summer Time.
I have harped on about this before on the forum and I will continue to play my large instrument every year until we take notice of most countries in Europe and ban the sale of fireworks to the public. Sadly, last night’s accident proved that not even council organised displays are 100% safe, but the time when we allow anyone with a few pallets, a tesco shopping trolley and a stupid idea to set a mighty blaze on half an acre of grassy knoll is surely past. Anyone with a tinged perspective who remembers waving a sparkler in front of their rosy-cheeked face whilst dad went to get you a toffee apple, should visit my manor anytime between October the 20th and well….January 5th. Every year a huge mountain of bad sense is piled up on a little green near me. Every year the authorities drag it down and every year it goes back up again. The fire lights up the sky until one or more fire engines (or “appliances” as Frankie Howard called it) turns up and wastes some more public funded time.
As I sit here a 10:07pm on November 6th, the fireworks are still going off and Sam my elder cat is hiding under my bed, his heart almost beating out of his chest. Its pissing down with rain but the noise started before 5pm and will go onto at least 3am if last night is anything to go by. Last night a neighbour (in my nice quiet estate) was lucky not to lose his car when some baseball-capped loser threw a firework at it whilst riding pillion on a (probably stolen) moped.
Don’t even get me started on “Penny For The Badly-Stuffed Bin Bag”.
Don’t misunderstand me, I am no spoilsport.
Well…
Actually I am.
Stop this now. I wouldn’t trust most of the people I have seen buying Fireworks to sit the right way round on a toilet.
Neil Argue. Reporting for “My Two Cents”. Plymouth, Devon.
Be careful , you are small enough for them to pick up and plomp on the top of next years fire.
Nice look , what’s the bridge all about though ?
I set off some fireworks on Sarurday. Took them over my mum and dads rather than setting them off at mine.