Guy Fawkes. God I love him. Our one special English little celebration and its typically eccentric and British. Standing around in a field in the freezing cold watching a bonfire be lit with an effigy of good old Guy Fawkes to burn away on top. Damn I am glad its one thing we are not politically correct on. Let's celebrate with pride our quaint little English tradition of remembering a failed terrorist attack on the government. Let's celebrate his excecution and merrily cheer on as we watch the fireworks and bonfire each year.
I so love our peculiarly English celebration that so many join in on. Our special day. I loved cuddling and chatting with my boy last night as we enjoyed it together. May it never end.
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