I’m cheating a little this week! As other home issues demand my time, I thought I’d take the soft option and reblog this post. It seems appropriate, if a little ‘before the event’, and I really cannot find any more original material applicable to these next two weeks of wierdness…
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‘Tis the season when a young man’s thoughts lightly turn to pyromania.
Tonight parents everywhere are wearily steeling themselves; priming fuses, arranging spills, offering anxious fingers to the wind: in a few hours they will be standing in their urban back gardens eating half-cold, half-cooked barbecue food, handing out blunt advice on the appropriate use of sparklers and launching extremely expensive fireworks into dense, impenetrable fog. Their progeny’s cries of amazement will prove to be in inverse ratio to money spent, and after fifteen minutes of anticlimax most will retire indoors to drink themselves into a stupor. Only a hardened few will linger to savor cordite laden air, in darkness softened by the red glow from next door’s shed.
For many it will be the second party in less than a week. They will still be desperately sponging beer stains from their rented Hallowe’en costumes, or clasping their heads in…
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