Auckland - Nov 5, 2006
Before I scampered out of Auckland hunting for the true meaning of NZ (and also trying to avoid liver failure), I got invited to a Bonfire Night celebration by a friend of my friend Ian, Sarah Valentine. This was great news because if there's one event in the calendar that I love more than another it is Bonfire Night. Odd that it gets celebrated all the way down in NZ, just a hangover from more British times I guess and let's face it, why would you give up any event that involves fireworks and 'controlled' arson? Bloody fab.
Added to the excitement of exploding gunpowder, the party was at some 70s NZ rock star's house. Sarah described him as the David Bowie of New Zealand - quite an accolade. I think his name was Jeff. Anyway, he was a top fella and very happy to have this drop out drop in on his party.
Nothing will ever live up to last year's display in Victoria Park, London when Lizzie and I witnessed a fifth scale model of parliament go up in flames as a 20ft mechanical Guy Fawkes danced atop of the blaze, but as home displays go, this was quite fun. It was livened by a bunch of tight trousered teenagers with asymmetric fringes dancing about the garden and shooting flares at each other. No sign of the biscuit tin, battery powered torch and arms length taper. I can't criticise really as I was doing the same sort of thing at their age, probably worse. It's a wonder I have all my limbs and my vision's OK...touch wood.
Sorry no pics. I forgot my camera.
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