Had quite a strange night on Saturday night. As most of you know I kid around a bit about Fireworks Night, but for the most part I don't mind it, especially if the weather isn't too bad.
However last Saturday night was a bit ridiculous. I know that the demand is there for bigger and bigger fireworks, but that night I half expected a Sky News correspondent to be reporting back to the rest of the UK via one of those videophones.
(By the way, aren't those videophones great? They give every news reporter the chance to imitate Max Headroom, and yet remain completely serious while their movements are completely distorted! Fantastic!)
I'm glad to say that our visiting friends (fellow trulybizarre.co.uk writer Lucy Partridge and her other half, Douglas) happily entered into a "Battle of the Blitz" mentality, still trying to persist in a conversation despite the increasingly loud bangs and bright flashes.
It was also a chance to put another wedding present to use, although quite why I have to make fancy coffee when I don't actually drink it raises a few interesting questions. They aren't as easy to clean up as cups of instant coffee either - all that for the "privilege" of "plunging" the Cafetiere (that's the technical term, in case you were wondering).
Eventually the banging became a bit much and we needed to go to the cinema. I needed to see something serious and thoughtful, so "A Knight's Tale" seemed a good choice. Riding horses, hitting each other with glorified crutches and singing along to Queen songs hundreds of years before they were ever written. Perfect!
Have a good week!