Bonfire night.

On this night, 63 years ago, I was in the infirmary with my nose pressed to the window, watching the bonfires burning and the rockets hurtling into the sky. Tomorrow, I was going to have my tonsils removed (a rite of passage in those days) and I was not a happy bunny!

Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.

By God's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.

And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!