Fireworks are possibly my most favourite of all outdoor entertainments. In fact they definitely are. I love the colours, the sparkliness, the funny weeeee noises and the massive explosions that fill your whole vision. I could watch fireworks for hours, and I’ve been to some awesome displays where I literally have.
When I was living in Lancashire I regularly visited the British Musical Fireworks Championships held yearly at Southport seafront where seven of the best professional display teams compete over three nights with their pyrotechnic displays set to music. Once you’ve seen hour-long displays from the-best-of-the-best, it can only be downhill from there, can’t it?
Naaaahh I love fireworks sooo much! And I would happily watch a few rockets and a catherine wheel in someone’s back garden as watch a professional last-night-of-the-proms type of display. Its all the same to me.
I’ve heard that you can actually have your ashes scattered by putting them into a firework and launching them into the night sky. It sounds like a pretty cool “last wish”, I’ll have to notify my next of kin! Or is that taking my love of fireworks a little too far?!
So by now you’ll have guessed that I’m fairly keen on fireworks and won’t be surprised when I tell you that I always try to go to as many firework displays as possible – its been 2 so far this year and we’re not even at bonfire night yet – that’s another two at least (today = professional-but-free display and tomorrow = a back-garden occasion). Plus there’s my birthday (maybe?!) and New Year’s Eve is always pretty reliable on the fireworks front. The best thing about the Millennium for me was seeing news coverage of all those firework displays taking place one after the other around the world as each country entered the new millennia. Simply amazing.