So That Was Guy Fawkes?

I was adding birthday dates to my Cosmo Man calendar yesterday and - wait, wait. Hold on, let me just clear something up.

Yes, I know it's a little gay having a Cosmo Man calendar, but it was given to me as a gift, I didn't have a calendar so I use it, because I'm a confident and together male, and so the sight of Gareth Cliff in leopard skin shorts doesn't really phase me, although it does seem to leave me with a bitter, metallic taste in my mouth.

Anyhoo, I was trying to remember The Gupster's birth date - enabling me to go on holiday during that period and thus avoid getting him a gift - when I realised that we recently celebrated Guy Fawkes day this year. I did recall hearing loud pops earlier on Monday afternoon, but I just wrote it off as criminals robbing a Coin Security van again.

Apparently these were firecrackers that I heard, as is the custom with many people who celebrate Guy Fawkes day.

I never celebrated the 5th of November, as I was not really familiar with Guy Fawkes. I WAS familiar with Guy Foxe though, who was a bit of an arsehole and thus spoilt the day for me, solely through name association.



Guy Foxe. A Bit Of An Arsehole.

Perhaps I am being presumptuous, but I think Guy Fawkes Day is dying out as a South African spectacle. I have noticed Halloween becoming more mainstream these days, especially amongst white people, who are always looking to expand on their culture.

In fact, just the other day some primary school kids in fancy dress, managed to break through the intricate security system at The HQ and rang my door bell, looking for sweets and other goodies. ("Trick" or "Treats" as they call them)

I opened the door and looked at them disdainfully.

"F**k off", I said politely, and then closed the door.

Die Einde



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