Dear Gordon,
Haud the bus, whit aboot bonny night ( have the damn yankees stolen that from us ) but then elf and tufty have taken most of the fun out of that, you can't have a bonny oot on the backcourt anymore, once upon a time Misses Mcgilicuddy knew exactly where her brand new wooden garden fencing had gone the day after bonny night ( sorry for our English cousins, Guy Fawkes night, some Tim trying to blow up our houses of Parliament, well that's the story I grew up with ).
A rich night where yer dug had to be kept indoors, a night for knowing how to siphon petrol out of a car ( just to get yer bonny going
) a night where all the parents ( usually male ) knew exactly how to stack a fifteen foot bonny, a night when every kid had a box of bangers in their back pocket, a night when the kids dared you to hold the banger fizzing away until the very last minute, a night when yer Mammy feed all the kids in the street with her home made cakes
a night when every fireman knew he was onto overtime.
Please to remember the fifth of November, lightup the sky with standard fireworks posters of a certain age will remember that advert, Halloween was for the weans, bonny night was for the hooligan of all ages.
Gonnagle.