I think all children should be struck by soft-centred eggs at a term's end, and also the evening of Hallowe'en by other young males in face-morphing masks with egg-throwing popeye arms. CLOP and SPLAT the ova go, the aborted middles giggling to their doom. On Bonfire Night i like to see young girl's hands ablaze having tampered with them darned sparklers that have been smouldering on the ground the 3 minutes or less. During each week, a brave young thing burning alive on his/her unspinning frisbee attached to the roof of a pylon that everyone knows they ought to touch and climb as they look so bloody friendly and runged.
I am no fan of sudden noise as my heart is frail and hearing an unknown percentage one-sided, so don't like the streets a-hustle with people seeking the same explosions each year, but i am not in a position to ban people enjoying themselves just because i am a miserablist and wish they didn't interupt a fascinating episode of Casualty.