We in England (and perhaps some of the old Colonial counties) are extremely lucky to celebrate a man who in 1605 tried to blow up the House of Parliament in London. I am not 100% sure of why we celebrate this fact, my secondary school learnings were such a long time ago… hold on I will just google it… Oh. It turns out we celebrate the fact that he was caught… oh well… brilliant, or not so brilliant if you were in Guys’ gang.
I went along to the Museum of Kent this year with the family to see the fireworks and have a generally great night out. And I wasn’t disappointed, nor was my partner, Jen, or my 2 year son. It was a great night of eating junk food, fairground rides, crazy gyms, a (what can only be described as) HUGE AND BLOODY HOT fire, fire jugglers and a firework display to round off the night that put Sydney’s Millenium celebrations to shame.