Annual Firework Rant -

So, I'm at a funny age - where the sensibilitys of adultlife are transmorphing into the free speech of eccentricity. This evening I have been mostly stamping around garden shouting "F**kers and C**ts" at the top of my voice, inbetween trying to coax the dogs out into the warzone for a much needed pee. We watched Mongrels take on 5/11 to cheer ourselves up

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Y6qBJyoCyk

I know I have ranted on the journal before about the patheticness of this latest consumer con-trick. But watching three dignified animals cower in total fear makes me really angry and for what? A few loud bangs and some colours. Surely in this digital age there is an app on  god damn I-phones that could mimic it.  I can't even be tolerant of organised displays now, as it's the local Organised Display of Inconsideration that gives us the most problems and we're not exactly close.

(One not so dignified animal, That Abe, appears to take it all in her stride these days, she does bark back at the fireworks but it's not in fear, it's defiant annoyance and sarcasm) Even a good run on Cannock Chase today didn't take Kato and Frody far enough over the exhilarated exhaustion barrier for them to sleep through it.