Comments on: What is it with men and fireworks?

By: Victoria

Victoria — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:53:58 +0000

I too am wondering how it went! Hope you are enjoying your blogiday or was it a holiblog?

By: Jo Beaufoix

Jo Beaufoix — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 19:19:45 +0000

Hmmm, am wondering now how it went. Can you still hear? Is he allowed back next year?

By: Jemma

Jemma — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 13:35:16 +0000

You are not alone, i sent other half out for fireworks for 2 year old and 7 year old, i said just get a ‘few’. He came back unable to carry them all in his arms and had to go back to car to collect the rest! He looked like guy fawlks raiding the firework factory!! Both my children came in crying after 20 mins and he spent another hour lighting fireworks for himself lol, Men tut!

By: Memories Dad

Memories Dad — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 11:49:49 +0000

As a bloke I can testify to the power that lighting fireworks has over the male psyche. I think it stems from the fun we had as children attaching rockets to either side of the handlebars of our bikes (like sidewinder missiles) and firing them down the street at ‘opposing forces’ (other boys on bikes). Happy (early 1980s) days… and not in the slightest bit dangerous. Ahem.

By: The Book Chook

The Book Chook — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 04:34:25 +0000

We colonials are no longer allowed to have fireworks in case we do ourselves an injury. You can buy sparklers everywhere, but anything with a tiny bang can only be purchased illegally. This has made neighbourhood dogs much happier, but pretty much killed Cracker Night. (formerly celebrated on Empire Day in Oz) It’s such a shame. When we were kids, it was a yearly highlight to see what injuries the men would cause, and we loved all the bangs, whizzes and oh sh*ts.

I think it is November 5, Guy Fawkes? Was it good then?

By: Baking Mad Mama

Baking Mad Mama — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 22:35:38 +0000

How true! Before we were married my husband (and his housemate)held a New Year’s party and decided that fireworks were the order of the day. The woman in the shop made the mistake of asking them if they were “after colour or noise?” Cue a houseful of people holding their hands over their ears for an hour at midnight while two men – one dressed as Ian Dury and one as Punch from Punch & Judy I might add – blew Shepherds Bush into oblivion with about 80 quid’s worth of the most insanely loud fireworks I’ve ever heard. Cuh, blokes…

By: Insomniac Mummy

Insomniac Mummy — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:07:03 +0000

I’m so glad our garden is far too miniscule (and close to the houses at the back) to even contemplate fireworks.

This, however, doesn’t seem to perturb the neighbourhood eejits.

By: Hot Cross Mum

Hot Cross Mum — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:58:03 +0000

Ah yes – the classic case of ‘I bet my rocket can extend further than yours’ and other such phallic nonsense. I used to be terrified on bonfire night – although the gingerbread cinder toffee eased the pain somewhat!

By: Mwa

Mwa — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 14:24:18 +0000

Sounds like the one at the farm was great fun to set up, nevermind watch. I’m a bit scared of fireworks,too, so I get your children’s fear.

By: Scope

Scope — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 13:32:32 +0000

It’s explosions as an art form.

I bet if your husband had a bunch of plastic soda bottles, some dry ice, and some water, he could amuse himself for hours making little bombs and rockets and what not.

And Mr. Are We There Yet Mummy, I hope you read this and take up the challenge. I feel like Loki, sowing the seeds of mischief where ever I go this morning.

You’re welcome.