The Lair

Ok, this is too hilarious to resist. York bans Bonfire Night. That’s tonight, by the way. Which is fine, really. I’ve been known to have a pyrotechnic bent in my misspent youth, but I honestly can’t say I care.

What is funny though is that I’ve noticed the number of fireworks set off this year have seen a marked increase. I’ve heard miniature explosions all through this weekend, as if the angry hordes of chavs who couldn’t set off their explosives under the guidance of the council (ha!) are blowing shit up anyway. Yes, I did call them chavs. I mean it. There was arson last year. And you thought stuff like that just happened with angry Parisian mobs, eh?

And in other news, the ongoing saga that is my thesis educational soap opera lurches from one crisis to another. For a change, I’m not actually responsible for any of it this time. And no, I still haven’t submitted because I was practically forced into a 30 day extension. Ugh.