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Fireworks!
Nov. 6th, 2004 04:58 pmSuzanne and the girls are coming over this evening for fireworks fun. I have invested in two large boxes of explosives: one labelled Giant Garden Bonfire, the other Aerial Attack. The shop was full of scrawny young men debating whether to buy one "Armageddon" at £75 or a handful of "Proton Blasters" at £20 a pop.
I felt like a traitor to my gender by buying two assorted boxes (dismissed by the scrawny cognoscenti as "crap" and "for kids" some moments earlier). I felt like saying "The eleven year old girls will enjoy these - I'll be back for a Doomblaster and three Eardrumbursters a bit later on, when I've finished beating the wife and drinking with the lads".
I felt like a traitor to my gender by buying two assorted boxes (dismissed by the scrawny cognoscenti as "crap" and "for kids" some moments earlier). I felt like saying "The eleven year old girls will enjoy these - I'll be back for a Doomblaster and three Eardrumbursters a bit later on, when I've finished beating the wife and drinking with the lads".
