Thou shall not wear Nylon

There is nothing quite like a failed act of treason to bring the nation together in the middle of winter quite like Bonfire night.

We bought sparklers and mulled wine and I fashioned some mittens out of some naff gloves, it was lovely.

I had never seen middle aged people or small children in Leeds before, I think they had bused them in from the suburbs. It was nice to see the delinquents that live near me had also turned out for the occasion. One of them threw a box of tea at us, not a bag mind, a whole box.

Vicky: "What a perfectly good waste of tea"
Leanne: "Im glad there keeping it regional though"
Bex: "What?"
Leanne: "Its Yorkshire tea"
Vicky: "Brilliant"

Then some other local delinquent came and picked it up.

Leanne: "Hahaha get it, hes a tea leaf"
Vicky: "A What?"
Leanne: "Its rhyming slang for a thief"
Vicky: "Why are we friends?"

But I had no one to ride the ghost train with and we missed most of the fireworks because I wasn't paying attention when he was talking, so I threw a tantrum then I caught my finger in a chair and went home.