Remember, remember...Bang Bang; a slight amendment...

Another day, another celebration looms. Since the invention of fireworks in China countless years ago, each civilisation has found the need to let off those big bangers from time to time. Now, whether that's November 5th (celebrating the Gunpowder Plot in the UK) or the Dutch New Year, a firework will always do the trick.

And for those deprived of the Catherine Wheel in their local supermarket - there's always the thrill of a real war.

Me? Can't stand the bangs. War? I lean toward the John and Yoko camp. Love, peace, understanding and a quiet night in...

If this feels like a meagre posting, it was one of those early morning doodles. 

A few little additions: Our town is holding its annual 'Good Will Evening' in a few weeks time. The theme this year is 'Love and Peace'. It's one of those places. A little bit Glastonbury, a little bit Stonehenge. It's where we have our vintage shop, it's where I come from. Stroud just has to be the centre of the known universe...

One of our sons works in the shop and has been asked to dress up in our finest 60s gear to publicise the evening. So it's either Beatle jackets from the Help! era or an original kaftan with love beads and Jim Mcguinn glasses. 

Our little corner of the world is one of the greenest places on the map, hosts every kind of protest group going (Queen's Mr May and his badger activities for one...) And one of our many musicians, Dave Ireland, has also just recorded a gentle song about war. I've added a link. The song is titled A Shropshire Lad 

It has to be time for a little peace...

So, we'll be buying ear-plugs for the dog, practising our peace signs and hiding under the blankets...

(if you read Slow Poison - you'd never imagine that I was such a scaredy cat!)

ps - he plumped for the Jim McGuinn look