Personally, I'm not a great fan of fireworks. Oh, I like the look of them exploding against the night sky, at fireworks displays on the beach or at fairs and festivals, when it's safe -- but I'm secretly rather scared of them when it's my 12-year old neighbours' son setting them off on my doorstep.
As it's the end of the year, the papers are full of lists of everything from the Top-10 news stories to the Worst Politician of the Year (our PM, Jan Peter Balkenende), to the 100 bestselling singles (of which, I am ashamed to say, I only recognised a mere 6), to the celebrity most American men and women would most like to share a candlelit dinner with (is that what they call it these days?). Apparently, for the men it's Angelina Jolie with Catherine Zeta-Jones coming second -- and for the women, Ashton Kutcher with runner-up Johnny Depp. Two questions: who is Ashton Kutcher and how could he possibly be more interesting to spend an evening with than Johnny Depp?