Grumpy old woman kicks in. Tonight we have a bonfire happening. Loads of twenty somethings having a giggle fest about I don't know what. Explosions, I suspect bungers which I have had to put the kybosh on and am about to intervene as the parental unit. A fire is wonderful, warm, bonding but when they start singing "You've got that lovin' feeling" I have to intetervene. The dogs have taken cover due to the odd explosive 'booofff' as branches are added and the bunger incident. Now, copious amounts of highly explosive eucalyptus is being swagged on the flaming fermament and I've had a bottle of champers so am just about brave enough to be the evil witch of the west and go up and tell them to pull their heads in and start singing something decent and the time of night makes Metallica's Sandman totally appropriate Rock on old farts!.