Burn

Evening all,
i sit here wrapped in the shroud of middle aged respectability in the cold gloom of a post bonfire party sunday morning. (Actually i sit wrapped in the warm poncho of recklessness, purchased in haste and worn in style for nigh on 10 years, which has seen me through various cold nights on a multitude of different sofas and floors)

I worry that our bonfire nights are becoming far too safe and responsible, no longer do we appear to have nights when we are chased up and down the garden by Catherine wheels fallen from their badly hammered in nails, nor do we seem to be able to set fire to the shoes and trouser legs of elderly relatives like we once used to,
nor indeed do we spend an exhilarating minute lying face down in the cold earth, hands over heads, as a 52 shot repeater fires off at all angles because it has been badly positioned and rolled into the bonfire in a carefree manner.

Last night we had three bonfires of various descriptions on the go, had spent about a million pounds on huge pieces of ordanance only to be dreamed of by para military organisations, and a system for lighting fireworks which would make a health and safety officer weep and gibber, and the only injury?

I've just burnt my finger on the bloody toaster!!

night all

Deep Purple