Is positively INSANE. The wife and I went up to the rooftop a few minutes before midnight to watch as the locals, unburdened by the quaint Anglo-Saxon superstition of fire safety, let off a seemingly endless barrage of fireworks from their roofs. By fifteen after midnight they were going off continuously in four different directions, some of them shooting up until they were basically directly overhead before detonating to fill what looked like half the sky. At one point (my wife says she saw this happen twice) a little flaming scrap from one such firework landed on the roof of a neighboring building. I nearly strangled myself in the clotheslines twitching back and forth.
They're still going now, but they basically blew their load by half past midnight. Given that the whole display was free, I don't mind, but between the leftover adrenaline, the straggling detonations, and our noisy neighbors playing music we're probably not going to get to sleep any time soon.
Happy 2012, all.
They're still going now, but they basically blew their load by half past midnight. Given that the whole display was free, I don't mind, but between the leftover adrenaline, the straggling detonations, and our noisy neighbors playing music we're probably not going to get to sleep any time soon.
Happy 2012, all.
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