What could be finer than a 400 year old celebration of sectarianism in which the general public is invited to play with high-powered explosives and burn effigies of Catholics?
In this spirit, I'm going to drink mulled wine and watch the fireworks from my lovely colleague's window. At least one Catholic will be in attendance, but she's Polish, so we might spare her.
In this spirit, I'm going to drink mulled wine and watch the fireworks from my lovely colleague's window. At least one Catholic will be in attendance, but she's Polish, so we might spare her.
4 comments:
Oh lord, I'd forgottn. Great. I'm so scared of fireworks the cats have to make arrangements to keep me indoors rather than the other way round.
I sympathise. I like watching them, but it would be nice if they had a "mute" button, wouldn't it?
Oz & Lil are cowering under the table at the moment. I had been hoping for a good downpour which puts everything right normally.
Poor lambs. Give them a wee scritch from me.
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