Guy Fawkes Night

So so so. You want to know about Guy Fawkes! Well, that's strictly confidential. You heard me! Off the books. Well, he passed this way the day before yesterday. But I'm warning you. If you so much as try to follow my path, I will have you and your men personally arrested!

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Sorry, watching to much 'Public Enemies'. But, in any case, here's the skinny. We drove out to the pub where the festivities were taking place and immediately the issue was where to park? Driving around a few times, we finally landed a place. Bam! Right in the center of things. So that was that. The fire was raging and Benito was able to capture it on film. So that took care of that. But then there was the pub. A beautiful girl passed Benito out of nowhere and ducked out of sight. There goes the girl of my dreams, thought Benito, but there would be more. After receiving his Guinness, he moved on out to get a load of the huge bonfire. Unfortunately, they were charging: 2 lbs. of flesh. Ouch! What is this Halloween? Saw 3 & 1/2 or something? What do you take me for? The Undertaker?? Well, so much for that. We stayed at a safe distance and instead lit sparklers as other sensible people were doing and that followed some heavy lifting, but at least we had each other. And there were lots of smokers and women with baby carriages. Oh yeah, and some underage chicks. Beward the underage chicks!! Do not engage, repeat, do not engage. Well, once passed them, we were on our merry way and the firecrackers started to go off and then we were in Barney. But no matter, for there was cotton-candy nearby. Yum! There was a group then congregating around a young lady holding a bottle of wine. She assumed the pose of a dancer and Benito wanted to learn more, so he questioned the head hancho as to the whereabouts of said Guy Fawkes. Yeah, explained the officer, he tried to blow up Parliament sky high, but did not succeed. Intriguing. Well, what do you think of Guy? said Benito to the lady. I like them, she responded and went off to witness the fireworks by the bonfire, leaving Benito to ponder the weight of her response. It had been an eventful evening. Now he would go home to ponder his UK Asian Match responses, before hitting the sack. A-men. Good night one and all, and especially Jack Sprat, who could eat no lean. What a merry fellow. And, for the record, they do not except American Visa at Domino's. You see, they've got a few shady types wandering about. Alright, peace! -Benito