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You didn't have jacket potatoes on Nov 5th DG?
There was just one packet of sparklers, but once they were handed out there was always one left over, causing bitter resentment among all children except the lucky one who got it, usually the youngest and whingiest.
Au contraire. We Brits imported Hallowe'en celebrations to the States. It's a much, much older tradition than most American traditions.
Back to Bonfire Night. At least you were allowed IN the garden, DG. I have memories of being in the lounge, looking through the French windows as Dad took the biscuit tin of fireworks into the garden. And yes Jackal, we always had jacket potatoes. We never seemed to have them on any other day, in fact.
Step2. Take your guy out in public.
Thats dating advice for pyromaniacs that is.
Dropped fizzing bangers in the edge of the canal causing an underwater explosion. Never stunned any fish though.
Let off bangers under a tin bucket that had been used to make sand castles. It was rather a wreck afterwards.
Took the stick off of rockets, stuck on some cardboard fins and painted it all silver. Went off by the woods and had our own rocket launch but it didn't go up that far.
Tied bangers on to the rockets, lit both and tried to land them on the factory roof opposite our back garden.
Little vandals, weren't we?
I have stopped posting silly comments in the week because work's anti-p*rn facility appears to have banned haloscan, not just on your site either.
So now I'm a lurker.
PS great nostalgic bonfire post - I remember being a girl guide and having a red hot baked potato in tin foil and a cheap white bun-wrapped sausage with red sauce.
Thanks for the memories!
Getting lost trying to find which ever farm was hosting the event that year.
Getting scalded by hot soup. These events would generally dole out the stuff in polysterine cups, and unless you were very careful you were more than likely to pour most of the contents over your winter coat, and gloves.
Back in 1989 my first year in Cardiff, I remember a bunch of kids shouting penny for the guy. Said guy was their younger brother sat in a pushchair.
I sometimes think I've faked these memories - this is an east end primary school in the 80s we're talking about after all.
TREACLE TOFFEE!
We had a special treat, which we called 'Crunchie', a name determined by my sister in 196? - basically flapjack but there is no flapjack like hte way my mother makes it. (note to self: get recipe...)
And it's not fair that you can't write a name like 'Geraldine' before the sparkler burns out...
I still do all of the above and I am 41
Every year we invite neighbours, friends and family round on the proviso that each bring at least £20 worth of fireworks along.
I normally spend around £200 on fireworks. Your local JTF warehouse is the best place to buy.
My Dad normally does barbeque, and my brother and I spend all night seeting fireworks off.
And you can get rid off troublesome trick or treaters by firing rockets and throwing bangers at them.
Marty
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