This date marks yet another holiday, and no, it’s not a Catholic one. Though I guess it sort of has something to do with Catholicism. Dang. You got me. It’s Bonfire Night in the UK. Back in 1605 Catholics in England were having a rough go of it, so a few of them got together and thought that blowing up parliament might be a good idea (in the hopes they could overthrow the government). One of ‘em was allegedly caught red-handed. But he may have been set up. At any rate, Guy has gone down in history as a traitor, and a tradition was born the very evening he was busted. Effigies of him, and sometimes of the Pope, are burned in bonfires each November 5th.
Remember, remember
The Fifth of November
Gunpowder, Treason and Plot.
I see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
(Anon).
Perhaps this should just be a holiday blog. Every day is likely a holiday. Somewhere. All right, that could get old fast. It already is. Maybe I should try to get some sleep so I can think of something better to post about in the morning. Nigh nigh.