Tonight is Guy Fawkes night. It's not an official holiday or anything, it's when everyone goes out and buys firework to remember the men who tried to blow up the house of Lords 300 years ago with 36 kegs of gunpowder. He was caught before setting it off. So instead, lots of people light bonfires and set off fireworks in tribute to the failed attempt. Funny folks the Brits, eh? It's going to sound like a war zone here for the next week. The vets will be dishing out tranqs like sweeties for all the shell-shocked canines.
So, everywhere is selling fireworks right now. We went shopping last night and in the entranceway to Asda (Our version of Walmart...well Walmart bought Asda and cloned themselves like invasion of the body-snatchers, but kept the Asda name, but really it's a Walmart) was this grand display of fireworks. The largest was this two-foot tall rocket. Have you ever seen a more phallic rocket in your life? Hubs nearly wet himself with laughter when he read it "Supa Come". Oh Yeah!!
There's some gender directed marketing for you.
"Supa Come - Shoot off like a Rocket!" (I'll bet there's a sex toy out there with the same tag line)
Happy Bonfire Night!
*** It's actually a Supa Comet but they placed the price tag right over the "T", but seriously, You agree a supa Come is so much better, right? Right.