Tomorrow evening, we, a nation of civilised(ish) human beings will join together and burn effigies on giant bonfires, set off cheap fireworks from Asda and eat lots of sausages. Walking through the streets will take on the feel of walking though Baghdad on a bad day – loud bangs, yells and the smell of burning (possibly a lack of carnage and suffering, but almost identical). Tomorrow night is Guy Fawkes Night.
One of my favourite bits of the whole Gunpowder Plot story was the bit where they nearly gave everything away because their gunpowder got a bit wet so they tried to dry it out in front of an open fire…! Only in Britain!
There’s some more detailed info on the whole shebang on the BBC web site.
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