Please to Remember

... the fifth of November and not just because it is my husband's birthday.

Today is the day we commemorated Guy Fawkes's less than successful attempt at radical politics.

To celebrate this odd British tradition we go to Muir Beach for a bonfire. We take sausage rolls and a thermos of tea and find that there are many people who speak funny like we do. There are Guys a-plenty ready to be burned and for a strange reason a bagpiper makes his annual appearance. This jolly older gent is such a hero at this event that it would not be the same without him.

It is an incredible setting that is so far from Britain or anything British that it makes you homesick. The sunset tonight was incredible. We gazed over the Pacific realising once again we are fortunate where we live.

We have been going to this bonfire for about a decade. There are no fireworks just a group of drunk Brits reminiscing.

This year's journey home alas was made more torruous not by the curvy road that always make feel as if my last feel will decorate the inside of the car but by Dire Straits. Yup, hubby decided that we needed this band for the musical accompaniment.

I have never really liked them. They seemed such an odd mix of almost rock and occasional bouts of smooth jazz. OK some of the guitar solos are sublime but on the whole I could leave them. I felt as it was his birthday I would put on a brave smile and concentrate on not throwing up. I was driving so felt it best not to hurl.

What better way to end tonight than "V For Vendetta"?


"V for Vendetta
written by Andy Wachowski & Larry Wachowski, from characters created by Alan Moore & David Lloyd

V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. (he carves a "V" into a sign) The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. (giggles) Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I'm quite sure they will say so."
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