Fireworks

Love the smell in the air. Got a good vantage point on the Met going over Castlefiekd on the Met home from the game before, looked great.
 
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Just come back from an organised jobby with the grandkids. We had to crawl up a mountain side to the local 9 hole golf course were locals ply for par 10, whilst dodging clumps of sheep shit.

Surely no one goes around twice and plays all 18 holes in conditions like this, but then again they are Hill People and the fire that they lit has more connatations than guy forks could ever be remembered for.
 
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Walking down the road after the game, in Newton Heath, some k***head on the back of a bicycle shouts "BANG" and hits me across the back of the head as they pass. Turned and did something silly. They rode off.

Get home, walk dog, see firework shells raining down on the garden. Someone has nicked the wheelie bins... the gate and the back door has a foot sized hole through it.

Sort that, walk dog down Clayton Vale, quite there and as I'm coming back see kids firing fireworks at cars and buses.

Asked a family as I was passing to please pause their firework lighting until I got the dog passed them. It was as if I had torn their throat open and defecated into their open heart. So, they curse, light it and point one my way...

The celebration of failure by Guido Fawkes really brings out the best of people.
 
Walking down the road after the game, in Newton Heath, some k***head on the back of a bicycle shouts "BANG" and hits me across the back of the head as they pass. Turned and did something silly. They rode off.

Get home, walk dog, see firework shells raining down on the garden. Someone has nicked the wheelie bins... the gate and the back door has a foot sized hole through it.

Sort that, walk dog down Clayton Vale, quite there and as I'm coming back see kids firing fireworks at cars and buses.

Asked a family as I was passing to please pause their firework lighting until I got the dog passed them. It was as if I had torn their throat open and defecated into their open heart. So, they curse, light it and point one my way...

The celebration of failure by Guido Fawkes really brings out the best of people.
I’m pretty glad I left there in 1969 as I had fond memories of the place and sounds horrific now.Playing cricket in Brookdale park,Clayton bridge station to watch the steam trains. oh yes and some **** biting my face when I was in my pushchair outside the grocers in culcheth lane and still have the scar on my face 56 years later and finally the barbershop in Scotland Hall road where the **** stuck his scissors in my neck,perhaps it wasn’t all good memories after all :-)
 
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Just come back from an organised jobby with the grandkids. We had to crawl up a mountain side to the local 9 hole golf course were locals ply for par 10, whilst dodging clumps of sheep shit. Surely no one plays all 18 holes and goes around twice in conditions like this, but then again they are Hill People and the fire that they lit has more connatations than guy forks could ever be remembered for.

Having said all that a £2.50 entrance fee with organised fireworks is the way to go with restricted sales to joe public.
Never underestimate the tupidity of golfers.

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