Fizz Bang Oi ! pt.2 Thanks to everyone who came to our firework party on Tuesday, and special thanks to my partner in firework expertise / life threatening explosive danger, Wosser. Most of our conversations on the lighting up front go like this...... "How many do you reckon ?" "Let's go for three" "That's two, IT'S LIT, RUN AWAY !!!!" Cheers to all the staff (and friends) that turned up, no thanks at all to the buggers that ate the last chocolate buns, or, to be rather more precise, commited the heinious sin of licking the icing off the top of the buns. After asking niece Ellie to fetch me a bun, I was presented with a pre-licked effort, naturally I blamed this on... a) Ellie b) Kayliegh, because she was looking guilty, as well as cute However, after much investigation and questioning of local stool pigeons and grasses, I gather that the real suspects are none other than young Georgie Arundel, wiatress of this parish, and close friend / partner in crime Sophie. Sophie, in case you're in any doubt, Georgie grassed you up, you should be ashamed. Anyway, a fun night was had, the neighbour's cats were severely frightened, shards of spent rockets were scattered across the 18th fairway for me to collect the next day, and many portions of pie 'n peas were consumed, not by Sous Chef Carol though, who objects to eating anything that looks radioactive, fussy fussy. Big thanks also to Duncan, our hard working Head Greenkeeper, who provides the mobile rocket launcher (i.e. a trailer full of bunker sand) that we use to safely set off our annual extavaganza. See you all next year, KABOOM!!!!