Guy Fawkes night is upon us and the fireworks debate has well and truly ignited again.
As a child in England, November 5 was always looked forward to.
Whether we were wrapped up warm at an organised bonfire night, waving sparklers and eating hotdogs while gasping with amazement at the technicolour explosions lighting up the night sky.
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Or watching my dad hare away from the launch zone after lighting fireworks in our back garden, it was a night circled on the calendar.