I used to love f-i-r-e-w-o-r-k-s as a child. The thrill of the initial explosion was matched by the expectation, or uncertainty of what was to follow. It was usually a flash of light and a loud bang. On occasion nothing happened which was a bit of a damp squib and now and then, a finger or an eye was lost. Much to the delight of the seemingly unsuspecting crowd. All of whom managed to ohhh, ahhh and eeek (great use of onomatopoeia) in perfect unison year upon year.
As an adult, I’m less enthused.
They still make superb long exposure photography subjects, but it’s the noise and frequency I struggle with these days.
“During the war…”
Albert Gladstone Trotter aka Uncle Albert. Only Fools and Horses
When I was a lad, we generally only had f-i-r-e-w-o-r-k-s on New Year’s Eve and the 5th November. The latter was, and still is used to celebrate burning the effigy of Guy Fawkes. Oh what fun it was too.
Fast forward nearly 400 years. England have made it through the group stage and are facing old adversaries Argentina in the last 16 of the 1998 world cup in Saint-Etienne, France. David Beckham gets a red card early in the second half for tripping Diego Simeone. England went on to lose on penalties (quelle surprise said France and the rest of the world). Then followed a hate campaign orchestrated by the British media which resulted in effigies of Beckham being burned to the delight of the front pages.
Skip forward another 22 years and Beckham is no longer being celebrated as Guy Fawkes is.
Just seems a tad unfair and inconsistent.
Beckham has since said that had social media been as popular back then as it is now, he would have struggled with the mental health aspects of seeing the effigies of him burn.
I’m sure Mr. Fawkes is ever so grateful for that. Fuck knows what Twitter would’ve been like back then. Perhaps he would’ve just been cancelled instead of executed?
“Guy Fawkes was the last man to enter Parliament with honest intentions”
Professor James Sharpe