Mmmm. Fireworks.

As you recall, the "big" rocket that I was sold was meant to "go to the moon". It did do about a thousand feet, exploded a 200-300 foot radius starburst, and caused an explosion loud enough to set off car alarms in the pub next door. Not quite Gandalf's "dragon" from LOTR, but bloody close.

Its a shame, cos I like living here. And various people are likely to be around soon with pitchforks and flaming crosses on the lawn....

If this is my last blog - remember. I love you all. Oh - and I know who still owes me money. Dont let something like death get between a scotsman and his debts...