I loved bonfire night as a child, my sister and I together with a bunch of kids from our neighbourhood would collect wood for the fire which would always be on the nearby rec, and the older kids got to make the guy to go on top. All the families round about would come on the night, they would bring home made treacle toffee, Parkin, potatoes to bake in the fire and black peas.
Fireworks wouldn’t be any great shakes just a Roman candle or two, a rocket stood in a milk bottle, a Catherine wheel which nobody could fix anywhere, a few sparklers, and a banger or two thrown by the older kids before someone told them to bugger off. The fire was the thing.
Also it was one night, it never went on for several nights before and after.
Tony Harrison Bereavement poem
So it begins….. Streeting resigns
Times article claim that Waspi women are tone deaf and should read the room


.