Celebrating Guy Fawkes Night in London

So November 5th marks the annual Guy Fawkes night. I literally had no idea about Guy Fawkes or celebrating the night with fire works or bonfires anything like that. We don't celebrate it in Australia (we can't buy fireworks either.. probably because we'd set all the bush on fire) but fun fact - Guy Fawkes is celebrated in New Zealand, so I had no idea that Corey had celebrated this event before and Corey had no idea that I never had!

On our way to Black Heath for Guy Fawkes fireworks.

On our way to Black Heath for Guy Fawkes fireworks.

Anyway, Guy Fawkes. Long story short - On the fifth of November 1605, a bunch of Catholics belonging to a conspiracy group attempted to blow up the Protestant parliament and assassinate King James I of England in order to restore a Catholic head of state. Guy Fawkes was caught guarding the explosives under the House of Lords. The King was saved and his Council allowed the public to celebrate his survival with bonfires. Hurrah. Modern day Guy Fawkes nights are celebrated with bonfires, fireworks and the burning of effigies (check out this Donald Trump one from this year's celebrations in Edenbridge). Even better than my explanation is this Guy Fawkes poem I found

English Folk Verse (c.1870) 

 The Fifth of November

    Remember, remember! 
    The fifth of November, 
    The Gunpowder treason and plot; 
    I know of no reason
    Why the Gunpowder treason
    Should ever be forgot! 
    Guy Fawkes and his companions
    Did the scheme contrive, 
    To blow the King and Parliament
    All up alive. 
    Threescore barrels, laid below, 
    To prove old England's overthrow. 
    But, by God's providence, him they catch, 
    With a dark lantern, lighting a match! 
    A stick and a stake
    For King James's sake! 
    If you won't give me one, 
    I'll take two, 
    The better for me, 
    And the worse for you. 
    A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope, 
    A penn'orth of cheese to choke him, 
    A pint of beer to wash it down, 
    And a jolly good fire to burn him. 
    Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring! 
    Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King! 
    Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!

Your standard Guy Fawkes mask. 

Your standard Guy Fawkes mask. 

Yeah.. it's a bit brutal. We ended up spending our Guy Fawkes night in Black Heath where they hold the biggest display of fireworks for London and we weren't disappointed. It was unbelievably cold but when you add in the warm pub across the road, food trucks, a mini carnival and great fireworks it made us really glad that we'd braved the weather.  

Yeah, it was a little busy. 

Yeah, it was a little busy. 

Can you see the smiley faces?

Can you see the smiley faces?

I don't think I'll ever get sick of seeing fireworks.

I don't think I'll ever get sick of seeing fireworks.

This bit was the best by far. 

This bit was the best by far. 

*Please annoy Corey via twitter to put the videos together for you guys because that last bit was just so good. It looks like the video is in slow motion but that's just how it was. Mesmerising is the only word for it! 

HOW DID YOU CELEBRATE GUY FAWKES NIGHT?