|Kudos to the McKee men for managing to make|
fire despite torrential rain and plenty of wind.
There's a couple of big organised shows near us, which sound like they'll be great (especially the one in Fairlie on Saturday night), but we are not going to be able to make it to them this year, just as we weren't able to watch the fireworks people were setting off last night. I am gutted, as I do love a great big fireworks display, even though it makes me cry (but what doesn't these days?). However, we did have a fab family bonfire party at the weekend so I haven't totally missed out.
Why do I love bonfire night? Well, who doesn't love a fire? There's something primal about it, and I personally love fireworks too. I know dogs don't like them, but I'm not a dog, so that's OK. Lots of places have fireworks, for lots of reasons. Largs had some fabulous fireworks in September to celebrate 750 years since the Scots beat the Vikings in the battle of Largs.
But only Britain annually celebrates a Yorkshireman attempting to blow up the Houses of Parliament and bring an end to any semblance of democracy by setting fire to stuff, and having explosions. Yay. What's that you say? We're actually celebrating the conviction and death of said Yorkshireman, and that's why we put a Guy on the fire? But did you know that Guy Fawkes was not burnt to death? No. He, and his fellow conspirators were sentenced to be drawn, hanged, and quartered (nice). In the end Fawkes was drawn (which means dragged) through the streets from the Tower of London to the Old Palace Yard at Westminster, where his fellow conspirators were hanged, for a while, and then, conscious, taken down to watch their genitals being removed and burnt, and their bodies cut open, and organs removed. They were then cut into bits and displayed. Guy saw this, and when it came to his turn, he jumped, causing the rope he hanged from to break his neck, and give him a quicker death. He was still quartered, but he was already dead. This all happened 400 years ago, and we're still talking about it.
Anyway, as I said, this year we are not going to be attending any more of the celebrations, because my children are in a show. They've been getting ready for weeks now, nay months, and now we are into dress rehearsals. It's all about ferrying people around, not having enough time for homework, a very stinky fairy dress which is much too big for the big girl (who's got a duet!), early teas, and stressed drama teachers being a wee bit grumpy. What we're seeing now is the swans ugly feet paddling away to propel this show across the water. But come Friday, and Saturday, and it's showtime baby! I'm hoping it'll be a beautiful swan. I'm sure it will be. I'm sure I will cry when I see them.
There are still tickets available, so come on down if you fancy it. It's got kids of all ages in it, and looks like it's going to be a massive show. I am very impressed with Largs Youth Theatre for pulling it all together. Fingers crossed!
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