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That Hayley shot me down…

Bonfire Night – one of my favourite nights of the year since I was a child.  The fireworks, the noise, the smoky night air – I love it all.  Well, not the little shits who misuse fireworks and make dangerous fires.  I got worked up yet again on Friday morning watching GMTV and their newspaper-style journalism.  ‘Ooh look, someone’s been hurt by a firework.  It was young thugs you say?  HATE HATE HATE, BAN BAN BAN!’.  I noticed noone even mentioned the fact that he looked and sounded like said thugs, and that he was probably involved, not the helpless ‘passer-by’ they were making him out to be.  I know, I know – he could just look like one anyway.  But then I looked at his t-shirt – it had a God damn marijuana leaf on it!  He must’ve been about 10 years old, with his mum by his side – and noone mentioned it!  The cretins!!!

So there I am, all ready and set to go on Saturday.  Lee doesn’t call me though till just after 6pm to discuss going – note that the Pier Head and Sefton Park displays both start at 7pm, and they’re both a nightmare to get to regarding people.  He tries to say it’s my doing, that I never told him it was at 7pm – strange that I text him the time in the week, and he made plans with other people he knew as well.  Go figure, eh?  So we go, and have a fun time in the car – normally I don’t like queues but I didn’t mind them this time, I was too preoccupied by the fact I had noticed myself feeling very autumn-ey.  It’s happened very late this year – curse you sun!

Parking was a nightmare, but we might as well have stayed in the car – there were wet leaves on the ground, and I screamed like a little girl!  I don’t like unfirm ground beneath my feet when I can’t see them, it’s just not right!  Even though the fireworks didn’t start till late, we ended up missing most of them anyway – either because of trees or looking at the ground.  Plus little screaming shits who were flashing torches in my general direction!  If only I hadn’t forgotten to bring my pepper spray…

I didn’t even get a proper chance to speak to the additional people we met up with – Gareth, who I’ve met before, and Kim and Steven (or is it Stephen?), who ended up slipping on his arse down a very steep and slippy slope.  As he so eloquently put it, ‘women with prams and Zimmer frames, and I’m the one who slips’.  Did I go down it?  Fat chance!  I stayed put for the mere seconds the display lasted for, then had to be coaxed down a firmer part by Miss Ellis – still skidded a bit though, which I repeat Lee did not get my adrenaline going!  Just like the time in Wales and the Lake District, it was not a pleasurable experience!!!

Driving back in the car, and all was calm, all was quiet.  We got stuck in traffic on the way home, and Lee’s car decided to throw a stinky – we all thought it was the mud!  I liked the new people anyway – seem like a good choice of people.  It’d be better if we met up in more hospitable surroundings.  And even though it stands as my worst Bonfire Night so far, I still stand by what I said Lee, and you don’t have to do anything to make it up to me.  Although, ask me again in a couple of years or so – I may be gagging for it!

Until next time – prepare, prepare, prepare, prepare, and then repeat it again, again and again.