Rag Land

Ok readers, now that you have calmed from your apoplexy from the horrendous pun/slur...a plur if you will...let me explain my gross baseness.

There are many things that one finds strange living with the English. One interesting facet comes on buses and tubes. When riding on public transportation, no one talks and if, for some reason, you have to talk you do it quietly so as not to disturb the other people who are very into...ummm...sitting there. Also, you may ride the same train as a person for ten years, stand with them at the same stop every morning and sit across from them everyday but that does NOT give you the right to ever speak to them or even look at them (there is an addendum to this rule if they start talking on a phone...then see rule number one.) And on and on the list goes, with some things approaching hilarity and others just downright weird. It is to the latter category that my title alludes.

There is a holiday here which will be celebrated this saturday called Guy Fawkes (pronounced Fox) Day. This is a day that commemorates A) A National war hero B)A Famous Artist or C) A man who tried to blow up the houses of parliament a few hundred years ago? If you are drunk right now and happened to stumble into C then you are correct! Guy Fawkes was apprehending orchestrating a plan to blow up the houses of parliament and was tried and executed for his crimes. Now, mind you, had he been successful the loss of life would have been astronomical and the political repercussions almost unimaginable. So what do the English do? They have a National holiday and set off fireworks to celebrate!!!!

That's right. For hundreds of years now the English have been doing to the sky what Fawkes tried to do to Parliament in homage to a terrorist.

No wonder they lost the colonies...