The Anti Arty Farty Party …thoughts of an Ageing Hippy Highlander

Fireworks, From Fun to Pain in the Arse!

Now if you read anything I say you’ll know that I’m not a fan of banning things but there comes a point where someting has to be done.

Fireworks used to be fun and I’m all for celebrating traditions but over the last few days we’ve been living in what sounds like a Baghdad suburb! We watched a shower of lowlifes throwing fireworks at each other outside the nearest pub for fuck’s sake!

It seems to me that we now have this underclass, call them neds, chavs, whatever you like, who’s main ambition in life is to annoy as many people as possible. They lie, cheat and generally make life a misery for everyone — yet expect the State to keep them housed and fed. We need a change in our priorities here — and soon.

So, it’s time that we stopped the sale of fireworks to the general public and restricted the celebrations to properly organised events run by responsible people.

The same shopkeepers who sell drink to kids are allowed to also sell them fireworks and we’ve already had some serious injuries to kids in Scotland as a result.

There’s a theme developing here isn’t there? Unscrupulous corner shop owners who’ll sell anything to anyone — yet our police don’t seem to be able to do anything about it — well more like can’t be fucking bothered as it would take them out of their lovely comfortable hi-​tech cars.