It was a wet bonfire night in North East Wales. In the morning, Joshua and I gathered a stack of dry wood, mainly all sorts of junk left by the previous owners, and put it in the barn closest to the bonfire site, what will be the goat barn. At 4 PM we laid a bed of straw (also left by the previous owners) and piled up the wood as you can see below. On top of it we had an effigy.
Had it been the Israeli PM or Boris Johnson that would no doubt have been seen as cutting and edgy by the Welsh authorities, the sort of humourless bastards who imposed the harshest and most petty lockdown in the UK during covid which did not stop us seeing many more deaths than any other part of Britain and who are now imposing ludicrous 20 MPH limits on many roads claiming, falsely, that it will save the NHS £92 million. I do have an alternative modest proposal on that matter, as you may remember HERE.
But our draconian regime led by the half-witted Mr Mark Drakeford are dull pedants who like suppressing dissent.
So I shall not name who our Halloween pumpkin was made to look a bit like, lest it is deemed a hate crime rather than just a joke, but with a 20 MPH limit sign he was placed on top of the bonfire.
My pal C bet me 10p that with all the rain, the fire made by Joshua and myself would not go up. C owes me 10p as you can see below. After the bonfire came a grand meal prepared by myself, featuring a Portuguese bean and 3 pork stew and vodka plumb crumble and lashings of booze.
