Its the thats time again ... chuck your guy Fawkes effigy on the bomfire and set off the fireworks because its bonfire night!
For the second year in a row Jacqui and I headed down to Ashburn sports park to watch the fireworks, eat undercooked and over priced hot dogs and freeze our arses of in the cold night air. The fire works were as lovely as fireworks can be (come on admit it - they give you neck ache and get boring after the first five), and then we played some of the games on the stalls. Jane won a fish - I don't know if it is still alive or not. My guess is not.
After all the excitement we went too the pub to warm up.
I wanted to go on this, but no one would go on with me - bastards!
Jane and her fish
