Fireworks

are great.

especially when you want to take a young lady out for the evening. It went so well I felt at one point that I was in a shite Richard Curtis film - I half expected a bumbling Hugh Grant to come stumbling out of the bonfire, screaming Osmonds lyrics as he rolled around on the ground trying to put out the flames.... Well, that might be pushing it a little, but I did get the impression it was all a little bit american high school drama. Which as those of you who know me well will realise, is kind of like realising one of my life's ambitions. All I needed was Sixpence none the Richer to start playing, rather than that irritating "Spaaacemaaaaannnn, always wanted you to gooooo, into spaaacceeemaaann" (there was an "alien theme", see), and we would have been pretty much there.

So anyway, thanks Battersea, had a great night.

(Oh, and a shout out to my man Guy Fawkes, without whom none of it would have been possible)