
Guy, guy, guy,
Poke him in the eye,
Put him on the bonfire,
And there let him die.
British Children’s Nursery Rhyme
Children can be so cruel.
The smell of sulphur, carbon and potassium nitrate permeates your lungs … a smokey haze descends plying your clothes with grit … there must be reason for all of this skulduggary.
Ahh … yes, pop on your bonny prince charlies, ladies and esquires, for it shall be the eve of Guy Fawkes, named thusly to remark on the occasion when said Mr Fawkes gathered up his band o’ merry grumpy men and plotted to blow up the Houses of Parliament including HRH King James I who just happened to stop by for a spot of tea and scones in 1605. Read the rest of this entry »








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