We decided to use the excuse of a Brit surname to indulge in a bit of Guy Fawkes today, even though our exceedingly pathetic guy was hardly impressive and we haven't anything resembling a genuine bonfire.
Guy and his Parkin (the cake was better - why is is called Parkin, I wonder? Treacle and ginger - yummm):
( What's this, I asked for gunpowder! )
( Guy asks for a light...and gets one... )
( Yaaaarrrrrgghhh! )
Ah, Guy... no dignity in having your armpits lit by a teenage guy, is there?
Guy and his Parkin (the cake was better - why is is called Parkin, I wonder? Treacle and ginger - yummm):
( What's this, I asked for gunpowder! )
( Guy asks for a light...and gets one... )
( Yaaaarrrrrgghhh! )
Ah, Guy... no dignity in having your armpits lit by a teenage guy, is there?