So hello again my lovely bloggers; this will be the last who hear from me in a few days I promise. But seeing how it is fireworks night, bonfire night, Guy Fawkes night’s. Whatever you call it last night. I thought that I would put a post-up. But first the answer to the quote in last night’s blog is… “Mistletoe and wine” by Cliff Richards in 1988. now this should have been posted last night but I didn't get round to writing it all so I finished it tonight instead.
Anyway before we get into how my night went I
thought we could have a little history on what bonfire night is for the UK. In
1605 a man called Guy Fawkes tried to blow the Houses of Parliament up with gun
powder. However whilst he was guarding the gun powder under parliament he was
found and arrested for treason and later hung, drawn and quartered… Anyway 100s
of years late Guy Fawkes became a celebratory occasion and how do we celebrate
this night? by setting of little sticks filled with gun powder that explodes in
an array of colours in the night sky, also towns which put on firework displays
often have bonfires which is probably how it sometimes gets called “bonfire
night” and sometimes towns may create a Guy Fawkes effigy which they burn on a
bonfire, I'm not really sure why… probably something to do with Fawkes’ death.
Nevertheless that will probably do for our history lesson.
So my cheer squad at uni had arrange to meet
at a pub near to where I live which is a 20 minute walk from the park where the
fireworks display was being held. So due to having never actually gone to the
pub before I googled it and it said it was a 20 minute walk away. So as we were
meeting at half 6, I set off at 10 past so that I would arrive at about half
past however I didn’t calculate how fast I walk… so instead of taking 20
minutes it only took 10, meaning that I was 10 minutes early. I had a look
inside to see if anyone else was early but when I couldn’t see anyone I went
and sat outside in hopes that someone would turn up… however the girl who had
arrange the evening was late due to work and another girl was driving so she
had to find somewhere to park and walk to the pub. So I was sat like a ninny
sat for about half an hour on my own. However when the girls did turn up we sat
for a while whilst we waited for any others to turn up, yet fireworks started
to go off and they were very loud making us scream.
Now whenever I watch firework I don’t like
the noise of them so I often stand with earphones in otherwise I become very jumpy.
However last night was the first time since I can even think of where I stood
without earphones it and to be honest the fireworks weren't as loud as I thought
they were going to be. Although I don’t like the ones which when they go up
they produce that screaming sound… now they are just horrible. Anyway after
watching the half hour firework display, myself and the 2 girls from the squad
made our way back to the pub where we met up with another 2 girls from the
squad. When we were back at the pub, we were all ID when going back into the
pub however when the guy looked at my ID he stared at it for a little while,
looked at me and then back to my ID for a while before smiling and handing me
it back… After having a drink with the girls (diet coke) I left to make my way
back home.
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| My attempt at an artistic photo |
For those of you who celebrate firework night
leave a comment below to say how your night went and what it means to your
country? So instead of ending this post the normal way I'm going to end it with
a this rhyme which is often said regarding bonfire night “Remember, remember
the fifth of November, Gun powder, treason and plot. I see no reason, why gun
powder treason should ever be forgot”
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