Over the past few years there’s been more Halloween and less Guy Fawkes to the point that Guy Fawkes or Bonfire night seems to have disappeared altogether, at least in London.
Bonfire Night was one of the best nights of the year as a child, only surpassed by Christmas Eve.
The magic of the fireworks as rockets zoomed into the dark, Autumn sky, the giant village bonfire complete with sofa and effigy and the bright, distorting lights in the village hall as we blinked with smoke filled eyes and ate jacket potatoes with soft skins from being wrapped in foil.
Perhaps it was a little negative to burn Catholics but I miss the tradition of Guy Fawkes and remember the Fifth of November with a great sense of nostalgia.
Bring back Guy!