last bonfire night was great.
My mate who'se a tree surgeon had a bonfire at his burn site, which is on some land owned by a holiday park. He and his mates from the park organised the whole thing. When most people had gone home, including most importantly the park bosses, we all went down to the park bar and had several beers.

At about midnight, we were called outside, to see that one of the guys had set up some fireworks. Some proper fireworks - the kind you have to have a licence to buy unless, as in this case, they have "fallen off the back of a lorry".

The guy lighting them was incredibly drunk, and the furthest you could get from the fireworks was about 10 feet. I'll never, ever forget the following display.

Some of the fireworks did the proper thing, but most didn't.
There was a big cube thing, with about 20 rocket things in it. You lit one fuse, and they all went off one after the other. Only it wasn't anchored to the ground properly, so they just went off in every which direction but up. Most of them fired against the buildings, but some went directly at us, and we only just managed to avoid being hit several times. There were chunks taken out of the wall behind us. For some reason everyone was laughing their heads off. The guy was staggering (literally) around with a light in one hand, and a bundle of rockets in the other. He occasionally held both in one hand while fiddling with some firework or other.

the finale rocket, of course, was too wedged into the ground to actually go up, so we helplessly watched it fizz away, wondering how big it would be. It was pretty big...
(teasus likes tea, Thu 3 Nov 2005, 18:15, Reply)