In 1605, on November 5th, the RC, Guy Fawkes was in the cellar of the Houses of Parliament with the 36 barrels of gunpowder when the authorities stormed it in the early hours. He was caught, tortured and executed.

Four centuries and one year later, the ex RA, Baldbrick, with other conspirators were moving gunpowder into the vicinity of the Houses of Caton Green. To protect their real identities the conspirators answered to names like Bitter, Highway, Madge, Sid and belonged to a shadowy organisation known as LVH3.

Sheltering the conspirators were hosts and hares Bubbles and Forever Blowing in a house with some four centuries history too.

Girl power heralds a new era with freshly inaugurated GM Major Twit and RA Twisted calling us to arms. Perhaps they should note the fate of the Pendle Witches whose executions are also approaching their 400th anniversary.

The hares indicated that we would pick up trail somewhere beyond the nursing home. So we set off like a shot, but only briefly. We rapidly lost the plot and the powder trail too. So we went for a walk instead and amazingly stumbled across powder once more.

Down downs for hares for lack of trail, shortcutting bas*^%$s for Baldbrick and Madge, a lot of trail soiling (Madge, Highway, Dormouse – remember some of us live here!), no hash gear for Wednesday and Bubbles for his inability like Fawkes to start a conflagration.

The super soup from mein hosts followed much gunpowder, treacle toffee and parkin was rewarded with a rocket attack on the house (fortunately the house still stands, but there's gratitude for you) and a competition with the neighbours. Their fireworks were bigger than ours but their noise was somewhat less.