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Bonfire, or Guy Faulk's night here tonight. I went to the Forest (not a forest but a big dirty park and park and ride covering the worthless bit of land between St Anns, the red light district and my home hood Radford) to watch the fireworks with a few people. Twas nice. It made me happy and I can't explain why (was it because I posed the question "which kind of firework are you" before and that made the expedition into a philosohical exorcise, I don't know?) and was the best one on the Forest that I have ever seen but not a patch on the fouth of July display that I went to in Buffallo.

Al's going to send up a few fireworks tomorrow night in her garden. Ronan's fincee Kimberly should be there with the PM. Me and Kim have beef because she doesn't know if Ronnie loves me or her more, or so I've heard. This pisses me off rightly.



I wish I would write entries that are in some way resolved so that I could leave them here but they never are. London.