Ponies! - Tactical Ninja
Nov. 6th, 2013
08:34 am - Ponies!
So last night was Guy Fawkes night. Whether you understand about this depends on where you come from, I guess. In New Zealand it's a fairly big deal, even since skyrockets were banned and fireworks got super expensive. Normally the council puts on a 20 minute full scale show from a barge in the harbour, and I was looking forward to it since we live in a place where we could view it without having to go down there. And it was a still night, too.
However, this year for some unknown reason* the display is being held on Saturday instead of on the actual day. This means that instead of going to watch the public display, folks bought fireworks and let off their own. This is the result, complete with broad kiwi accents and plausible deniability:
People normally buy a few and let off their own, but this seems more than usual. Maybe it's because we're in a place to see it all and the sound funnels up to us, maybe I've just never noticed before. But when I had a dog I noticed fireworks - folks with pets tend to, eh?
Meanwhile, the YoT impulse-bought a bunch of those little spinning ones that you light and toss onto a flat surface, and I watched in amusement as the menfolk performed 'science experiments' with sellotape and string and the washing line. In a very responsible manner. Yup.
And, yesterday was the Melbourne Cup, which is also a big deal. I had two horses in the sweepstake at work, an English one and an Irish one. People at work laughed at me when I said my Irish horse looked very Irish, but he bloody well did. Sadly, he also ran slowly. As did the English horse, Royal Empire, who faded away like a bad metaphor. I believe the winner was a horse originally from England but trained in Australia. This is the culmination of 33 years of following the Melbourne Cup without every having picked a winner. And because I didn't win, my office will not be getting shouted cronuts for morning tea.
When did cronuts become a thing anyway?
* Taking bets on whether the businesses that like to sell alcohol to the patrons of big public events had anything to do with that.