The Works of Fire (Something else)

The time of Guy Fawkes has come, the nights of black are sporadically illuminated in pathetic little patches, and the works of fire are upon us.

You might be confused that I'm saying this after Bonfire Night has passed (remember, the 5th of November). But don't worry, you've not travelled a day back in time, but rather the fireworks around my area are still going off. Outrageous! Inexcusable! Reasonable! Not so bad! Acceptable!

I've heard complaints recently about us still being in 2005 and yet such dangerous things as fireworks are in the hands of young, whimsical fellows. It seems that family members and others have been attacked with fireworks by firework-holders, which is quite upsetting. Perhaps it's time for an amendment on the British thing, instating firework control. However, word on the street is that such an idea is not very well received by most people. On which street, I don't know, but it might not be mine.

I'll tell you one soul who will surely be quite happy with all these fireworks, though - the man with the plan himself, Guy Fawkes. His plot may have failed years ago, but segregate rebel squads have been attempting to blow up parliament every year since. Unfortunately, their aim isn't top-notch yet (every firework I've seen go off has exploded before it got anywhere near parliament. Most seem to just careen off into the sky)! However, given a few more centuries, they might get the hang of it.

It seems as though they've caused more casualties than Mr. Fawkes ever got around to, however. Maybe we should have more legal restrictions on fireworks, at least to stop people/animals getting injured, and whatever else comes with the works of fire.  ¶ 7:02 pm