When it comes to fireworks, I'm out of step with modern thinking.
A return to the days of skyrockets, bangers and everything that went "boom" would make my day. My birthday, that is. Guy Fawkes Day.
Now that I've annoyed a significant part of the readership, I accept that will never happen. The anti-fireworks movement, sensible people all, including the fire service, have successfully highlighted the dangers.
And larrikins by birth, like myself, have had to accept the demise of the Double Happy and even the innocuous Tom Thumb.
While I yearn for a November 5 celebration that's more heavy metal than easy listening, it has come to my attention that some people are completely ignorant about the time of year fireworks are allowed to be set off.