Starting the year with a Bang

As I expected, Young Keith's firework totally failed to live up to its design.

It was supposed to glide gracefully into the air, scattering doves' feathers and confetti which were then illuminated by the iron filings and traffic lights. Instead of which, it drove a three-feet crater into the ground, then spewed out burning iron filings, confetti and feathers, sending screaming Beaker Folk in all directions. Everyone's accounted for but it's a reminder that you should never do this kind of thing at home. Although Young Keith's going to try again next year.

In the mean time we're going to be spending the first hours of the New Year cleaning out of the Moot House. I hope you, at least, have had a good time. Happy New Year.