Bukkake Of The Sky
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lupestripeI guess one of the major tips in hosting any Bonfire Night event is to make sure your fireworks aren't overshadowed by the party going on down the road.
On Friday night, on a whim, we wandered around Pudsey seeing if we could gatecrash anyone's festivities. We found a massive bonfire being lit using kerosine in a nearby pub car park and decided to hang around out of interest. The resulting bonfire was a massive conflagration - one which threatened to burn down a lamppost and singe a nearby recycling bin - but the fireworks were average bordering on paltry. Sadly, the local cricket club were having their fireworks display at the same time as us and the difference was telling. The comment of one mother - "Look, that's where the posh people go" said it all.
The atmosphere was convivial with an air of military awkwardness although the cheeseburgers were nice apart from the slightly soggy onions. The people were friendly without being overly accommodating - everyone knew everyone else so we were a tad out of place. We grabbed a can of Carlsberg each and tried to help them prevent their tent from blowing down in the strong wind. At one point, a father had a game of guess which colour the next firework was going to be. It was a fun game to play but he was sad there were no blue ones. I was delighted as pink and green were the orders of the day ^^
After a beer and a bite we ended up going on a little pub crawl. The first pub we went into is one of our favourites but it was dead and they only had two beers available on tap - Fosters and Carlsberg. This is effectively a choice between cow's urine and pig's urine so I opted for a bottle of Budweiser. I commented about how they need a firework display like the pub down the road, who seemed to be blowing up Bill and Ben's flowerpots in the name of Protestant supremacy. As soon as we had finished, we went to our local for a couple of relaxing pints of Tetley's. Here, the pub dog (called Lincoln, I have mentioned him before) was in a friendly and stroky mood, which is odd considering most pets' usual hatred for Guy Fawkes and his scary moustache and pointy chin. Lincoln was in such a good mood, he even licked my nose when we left! He also found my shoes had lots of interesting smells on them - he was sniffing them for minutes. Literally.
Bonfire Night is one of my favourite nights of the year - anything that combines pretty colours and fire is good in my book. The worrying thing about my mind though is that seeing the fireworks splatter across the sky reminded me of bukkake. Which was weird.
On Friday night, on a whim, we wandered around Pudsey seeing if we could gatecrash anyone's festivities. We found a massive bonfire being lit using kerosine in a nearby pub car park and decided to hang around out of interest. The resulting bonfire was a massive conflagration - one which threatened to burn down a lamppost and singe a nearby recycling bin - but the fireworks were average bordering on paltry. Sadly, the local cricket club were having their fireworks display at the same time as us and the difference was telling. The comment of one mother - "Look, that's where the posh people go" said it all.
The atmosphere was convivial with an air of military awkwardness although the cheeseburgers were nice apart from the slightly soggy onions. The people were friendly without being overly accommodating - everyone knew everyone else so we were a tad out of place. We grabbed a can of Carlsberg each and tried to help them prevent their tent from blowing down in the strong wind. At one point, a father had a game of guess which colour the next firework was going to be. It was a fun game to play but he was sad there were no blue ones. I was delighted as pink and green were the orders of the day ^^
After a beer and a bite we ended up going on a little pub crawl. The first pub we went into is one of our favourites but it was dead and they only had two beers available on tap - Fosters and Carlsberg. This is effectively a choice between cow's urine and pig's urine so I opted for a bottle of Budweiser. I commented about how they need a firework display like the pub down the road, who seemed to be blowing up Bill and Ben's flowerpots in the name of Protestant supremacy. As soon as we had finished, we went to our local for a couple of relaxing pints of Tetley's. Here, the pub dog (called Lincoln, I have mentioned him before) was in a friendly and stroky mood, which is odd considering most pets' usual hatred for Guy Fawkes and his scary moustache and pointy chin. Lincoln was in such a good mood, he even licked my nose when we left! He also found my shoes had lots of interesting smells on them - he was sniffing them for minutes. Literally.
Bonfire Night is one of my favourite nights of the year - anything that combines pretty colours and fire is good in my book. The worrying thing about my mind though is that seeing the fireworks splatter across the sky reminded me of bukkake. Which was weird.
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Date: 2010-11-15 09:52 pm (UTC)