bonfire night was all about wearing as many layers of clothing
as possible until you couldn't move your arms and mum cooking about 20 baked potatoes (just in case there was a bad potato) for 6 hours and eating bonfire toffee until you were sick. The fireworks were good, too
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:43, 1 reply, 11 years ago)

I still remember turnips instead of pumpkins
You could carry them round. I also recall my mate Harry managing to get a banger into a kid's turnip which promptly exploded, leaving him holding the string and the lid
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:45, Reply)

turnips were well hard to carve
but yeah, I remember people carrying them on strings in parades. Ah, it were better in the days before they invented pumpkins
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:46, Reply)

I don't think we ever had turnips down here.
Off the top of my head, I can't think of a more stereotypically povvo Northern image.
( Kroney, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:46, Reply)

no, you are just too young

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:47, Reply)

I'll ask me mum, but I'm pretty sure she'll slap me across the head and tell me off for encouraging the peasantry

( Kroney, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:48, Reply)

I stuck wine gums in the eyes of mine to make them red

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:50, Reply)

Not my peasants

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:50, Reply)

we all know you mean your cock

( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:55, Reply)

You leave my purple headed warrior out of this

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 31 Oct 2013, 11:56, Reply)