Over here it was Guy Fawkes night. For those overseas who aren't sure what this is, it is the night we Brits celebrate the failed attempt by the named to blow up our parliament with gun powder. Several centuries later, with the electoral opinion what it is, I am not sure whether we celebrate his attempt or that he was stopped.
As a child, this was called bonfire night because people would light fires in the street piled high with old furniture and all the crap you wanted to get rid of. Today, due to health and safety precautions, these no longer occur and all that is left of the tradition is fireworks being launched incessantly all night long. Something Tiny did not like one bit.
We also had a tradition called "penny for the guy" where we would dress up create a guy out of old clothes and sit on street corners and ask passer-bys for pennies to buy fireworks. This too, understandably, is no longer done either.
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