After glasses of Hobgoblin in the Rugby Club bar, we went outside - Mid Life Crisis were covering some rock and roll classics - on the walls of the bar were framed rugby shirts - a broad chested man pulled pints of dark ale - body snatchers joshed ashen faced yokels - a witch with a tiny cauldron dangling from her hand wore a purple dress - a thin boy waved a glimmering light sabre -
We stood amongst the Halloween revellers listening to the band - it was warm and dark - I could smell wet grass, methylated spirits and wood smoke - some lithe girls were dancing and laughing - a man with curly hair started twisting - Tessa WhatsApp'd Charlie - Lorry rock! -
We snarfed cones of piping hot chips, drenched with vinegar, slippery with tomato ketchup - making our way to the bonfire, we passed by the Gyro Spaceball - a youth was being spun round and round - I thought of the grainy footage I'd seen of doomed cosmonauts, whirled round in a centrifuge -
Pallets were blazing in a skip - yellow flames were long twisting streamers in the night wind -
When the fireworks painted the black sky with glorious dazzling shapes I gasped with joy - I could stand here for hours, I thought, my spirit soaring above the dreaming town -
21.00
October 31 2014
Standing near the bonfire
Wareham and Swanage Rugby Club
Wareham
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