Love Guy Fawkes because it means fire, fire fire, and fireworks, fireworks, fireworks.

This year my fireworks buddy Sandra was out of town but the show must go on as they say and James was willing to go see them with me. Who can resist fireworks!

We decided to check out the Ravenscourt Park fireworks this year because not only have neither of us been there before it was also conveniently located not far from my favourite Iranian restaurant, Mahdi. Heh heh.

Ravenscourt Park is one of the fireworks nights which requires people to pay for entry – and even then it was pretty popular (if the lines to get in was anything to go by.) Entering the park you are first greeted by the loads of fair rides, carni games and then further on the food stalls and the field with the bonfire.

We were expecting something spectacular from the fireworks (as it wasn’t a free event.) To be honest it wasn’t the greatest fireworks I’ve seen however it wasn’t the worst. It could be that we were standing too far back from, say, the music, if any was even playing to hear, the soundtrack to the fireworks. Without a soundtrack it felt like just a whole heap of fireworks being flung into the sky with no discernable theme. Additionally, and this not the organisers fault, for some reason people were constantly moving around during the show and they kept bumping into us or shoving us.

At any rate I always enjoy fireworks in whatever shape or form.

The benefit of fireworks at Ravenscourt Park is that its relatively easy to get out of the park and get home for me, unlike previous jaunts to places such as Alexandra Palace or Battersea.

Well, it would have been if we hadn’t stopped at a pub afterward and stayed until after tubes closed. I’ve never waited for a night bus for so long in my life!