Used to go in my teens in the late 50’s. Burning barrels rolling down the streets, fireworks being thrown into the crowds. Proper naughty. The best thing as a teenager was that the girls loved the thrills so it was a great end to the evening and I do not mean the bonfires. Oh to be young again.
PS. Don’t tell Mrs O. Not around in those days.
PS. Don’t tell Mrs O. Not around in those days.