When I was a kid in the sixties we would squander a fiver every year on a bumper box of Standard Fireworks a good selection of the cheap and nasty.
Sparklers you couldn’t light, Catherine wheels that didn’t spin, Rockets that barely left the garden, Volcanos that didn’t erupt, Bangers that went “pop” and other assorted damp squibs.
But I still look back with fondness on our bonfire night parties with all the oohs and aahs, but then nostalgia is a wonderful thing.
However today the fireworks have evolved into something quite different, now they are more like munitions than pyrotechnics.
And bonfire night is more like the barrage before the battle of the Somme not so much provoking an ooh or an aahs but more of a “where’s my bloody helmet”.