Followers of the short series "Less of the Millbrooker" on these pages will be pleased to know that whilst the diet was well and truly busted, we had able assistance in clearing the grub from Dong's young lad, J.Edgar, and his mates so I didn't have to do the trencherman act to too great a degree.
Here's J.Edgar (work it out for yourselves) alongside one of his chums about to indulge in his favourite pastime. Note smart new barnet and closely scraped chin:Our first sighting of fireworks was an unexpected, and quite stunning, show from HMS Raleigh in the distance. Sufficiently distant that it probably wasn't worth taking this shot:
A few roast potatoes and sausages later someone on New Road started up a more than passable display as they burned a month's salary in memory of dear , dear Guido (where are you when your country needs you?):
Sometime after eight (by then the small libation had become several small libations, so the time keeping got a bit hazy), Millbrook Footie Club sent their little man out to run around lighting things and making explosions. I had a touch of camera shake, it was dark and I'd poured several very nice drops of red down my gullet so, this was the best I came up with:
Many thanks to Dong'n'Shaz for having us around - we enjoyed ourselves hugely. Dong is, I believe, off to practice his peculiar trade this weekend, so we'll miss him at film club. Shazzerooneypoos is coming around, though, so I can expect a a good boxed ear for being so rude about her height (if she can reach).
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