Boom boom

shake the room...

5th of November, 1605. One Guy Fawkes is captured avec large quantities of gunpowder, planned for the opening of parliament, destruction thereof.

The failed plot is celebrated to this day, by the common man showing how he can blow shit up in the comfort of his own yard. Your humble narrator also suggests it likely that at some point it went from celebrating failure to wishful thinking of someone doing it right this time and getting rid of the bloody government.

Of course the house of C'riz had to take part in this ritual. Locally it is traditional to go out and buy some bloody huge industrial grade explosive devices, ignore the label that says spectators must be at least 100 yards away, and set them off 10 foot from your house.

C'riz does not follow this tradition. Instead we buy the ones with the bad engrish labels that technically are safe to use in a small garden. Of course being cheap does not always mean cheerful.

This years highlights where the rockets. Whoosh! Up shoots the rocket. Boo, it didn't go bang! Rocket is overcome by the effects of gravity and comes earthwards.... until it's 10 foot up and it then goes boom!
Hmmm, this is not how things are supposed to work. It could also be described as bloody dangerous. Lateral thinking is engaged, and the launcher tube realigned. They now follow a beautiful parabolic arc, over the fence and explode in next doors garden. The fence shields us from the blast, and we get our own back for the week of demolition next door has undertaken.

After decimating their garden we moved onto more peaceful chinese lanterns. Light the wick, wait and then watch as the paper balloon gracefully floats into the night sky. Bliss.

Lets do another one! Lights lantern, up it goes. We comment on how high they go, really high. Look it must be windy up there as our lantern is rocking fairly violently. Oh dear, the lantern appears to have had a hole burnt in the side. It's coming back down! It's coming back down really fast. That lantern (*cough*, whoever it belongs to) appears to be a flaming ball of fiery death.

The gift of fire is bestowed approx 300 yards away. Fortunately nothing appears to catch fire following 'splashdown', but it was an interesting experiment in ye olde worlde siege weapons.

We now await retribution from persons living nearby.