Tonight is almost as bad as halloween.

I turn my music/tv up loud that night and ignore the little shites at the door and have to do the same tonight to drown down the endless bangs.

Cant believe people still let fireworks off. Once you have seen one, you have seen them all.

If your so desperate to see them then download a firework show on your pc and fire a cap gun off every few seconds and you have the same effect. Plus you aint freezing your bollocks off.

Tree you sound like one of them miserable old men, that when we where kids would torture, with nicky nine doors etc...........

bonfire night used to be a major british day of note. we celebrated by building guys and bonfires. and we would light them on the night of november 5th and roast potatoes and chestnuts in the embers and have fireworks and treacle toffee.

but then the capitalists got hacked off because it wasnt commercial. the bonfires and guys were made of stuff folk had chucked away. the celebrations were simple and basic.

fook that they thought. so they told us fires and fireworks were dangerous and bonfire night was downgraded. instead they gave us the odious american halloween so they could sell shitty tat in asda. aisles and aisles of fookin hallowen shite, and to top it all swarms of feral kids sweeping estates on the 31st october dressed in shite from asda begging sweets and money from folk what hate the fookin thing, and you have to give them stuff or they smear dog shiit on your windows.

Beginning to realise why i moved away !!!

We had a great Haloween night ! certainly not something i would celebrate in the uk though

bonfire night used to be a major british day of note. we celebrated by building guys and bonfires. and we would light them on the night of november 5th and roast potatoes and chestnuts in the embers and have fireworks and treacle toffee.

but then the capitalists got hacked off because it wasnt commercial. the bonfires and guys were made of stuff folk had chucked away. the celebrations were simple and basic.

fook that they thought. so they told us fires and fireworks were dangerous and bonfire night was downgraded. instead they gave us the odious american halloween so they could sell shitty tat in asda. aisles and aisles of fookin hallowen shite, and to top it all swarms of feral kids sweeping estates on the 31st october dressed in shite from asda begging sweets and money from folk what hate the fookin thing, and you have to give them stuff or they smear dog shiit on your windows.

So what exactly is it you want to celebrate?

America celebrates its independance Day, France bastille day. Scotland Burns night.

England? We celebrate some daft fooker failing to burn down the houses of Parliament. Now if the daft fooker had succeeded..................... Lets party.

So what exactly is it you want to celebrate?

America celebrates its independance Day, France bastille day. Scotland Burns night.

England? We celebrate a Catholic extremist failing to burn down the houses of Parliament. Now if the daft fooker had succeeded..................... Lets party.

cant believe how many people ive heard today say that they didnt even realise it was bonfire night. wtf is happening to this country.

when we were teenagers in shotton colliery we would start begging stuff for our bonny at the start of september. old doors, sofas, railway sleepers, chopped down trees, stuff out of bins, all sorts.

each little gang had its own bonny and its own patch of waste land where it put it together.

only you couldnt really construct it until a day or two before cos a rival gang would either raid it or burn it down, so you had to stash stuff away.

it was commonplace in late october to see kids dragging trees and old furniture about the place.

we would use our paper round money to buy paraffin and go on raids over the moors to thornley and wheatley hill to burn down bonnys.

once you started building your bonny you couldnt leave it overnight, we took turns sleeping next to it to protect it. once it was finished it was a thing of beauty, something to be proud of.

then at 7 o clock on went the paraffin and the guy, and up she went. fookin loved it me like. the smell. the sparks, the heat. a bag of bangers for the teenagers, sparklers for the littleuns, and a couple of rockets for the grown ups. every fooker in the neighbourhood turned up.

then about 9 the oldtimers would fetch out the treacle toffee, and the spuds and chessies would go in the embers.

it was a proper community thing. i looked forward to it as soon as the summer holidays finished. and it had signifigance, it was a uniquely british thing, it was a celebration of our history. it fookin meant something.

not like this tacky, trick or treat, american shiit.

swarms of feral kids sweeping estates on the 31st october dressed in shite from asda begging sweets and money from folk what hate the fookin thing, and you have to give them stuff or they smear dog shiit on your windows.