So me and a few friends were in a small village car park up in the Yorkshire dales last night. Me and a friend were riding our bikes and the other friend were in his car with his girlfriend. My bike broke down, the bike was acting like it was in neutral all the time, so I phoned up the brake down company, told them to come ect. We saw a landrover drive past the car park half a dozen times with a gang of chavs in it. ...Whilst waiting for a phone call we got fireworks thrown at us, rockets, bombers you name it - they were banging right above our heads - nearly got us a handfull of times. We called 999 and anything up to 60 minutes for the police to come, 15 minutes later they were here. () we then explained everything to the Police and said they will look out for the landrover. 45 minutes later, the truck come to bring me and my bike home. What a night.
When I was little I HATED fireworks. I couldn't stand the loud noise, and looking up at them made me dizzy and sick because I was so little. They don't bother me that much anymore though.
Guy Fawkes was earlier today over here. They had a big fireworks show after which hundreds of stupid children and teenagers were left with nothing else to do but light their own fireworks and shoot them at each other. Because no childhood is complete without disfigurement, of course.
You should be in India right now for the fireworks stuff! Festival of Lights Diwali is around the corner and I already had two car tyre punctures; on Diwali nights it can be nightmarish with continuous sound pollution and the smoke driving all the birds and pigeons away. Old people have a real harrowing time and have to keep their ears plugged in.
There were riot police out where I live when they did the fireworks on saturday (wrong day I know...)