Says the History that yesterday was a
memorable day. Why? Well apparently that was this mental guy, named Guy Fawkes,
that decided to set the Big Ben on fire on November 5th, 1605... And failed.
Since then, and because I'm in England and this only happens in England,
November 5th is Bonfire Night.
Now one would think there is a super famous bonfire like the Uni
parties in American movies. Not really. As far as I know - there might be some
very devoted Brits making their own bonfires in the middle of nowhere I don't
know about - there's no special bonfire in London or at least no one took me
there. I was expecting something really deep and historical, with some kind of
weird tradition of throwing your regrets to the fire and restart a new life. I
know, I've probably been watching Vampire Diaries too much. Nevertheless, there
is something happening on this date every year - fireworks and A LOT OF
TRAFFIC.
There I was, coming back from some work
training in the country side, after 3 lovely hours of traffic, when decided to
be a nice girlfriend and ask the Beef if he wanted to go see the fireworks.
Stupid, stupid girl. You see, this is one of those things in a relationship
where we swap places. Of courseeee I don't care about fireworks. And of
courseeee he does. Like a child on Christmas morning. So we went to Crystal
Palace to the big event. What an experience! Don't even need to say it was
impossible to circulate on the roads. Cars everywhere, people everywhere, kids with
stupid swords everywhere. The Beef asks for cash - "why do you need cash?!
Oh, 5£ entry in a public park just to see some fireworks. They must be
some reeeeal good ones. Walk in the park, mud everywhere. I mean proper mud. All
over my Topshop boots. *SCREAM*.
The fireworks are on. I must admit it is quite cool. Fireworks are that cool
thing you need to see to understand. You can’t explain properly, you can’t take
proper photos and you can barely remember it after it’s gone. I think it’s
weird like that. Disappointment of the night: there was no last-one. You know,
that last big moment when there is a giant explosion that makes you ‘whoaaa’.
No, finished, just like that.
Now you ask – “Where are the photos? Or
just one cute romantic one to prove you are a good girlfriend and so he
remembers forever you went with him even if you were so hungry you could eat a
whole cow
It was £6 entry!
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