When out for an evening stroll at home I felt like I was featuring in an episode of Lost and the smoke monster had come to get me. But alas no, fame and fortune doesn't await me and thankfully no black smoke engulfed me and dragged me underground. Something similarly disturbing was happening though in that the local Rednecks had just given a new meaning to the term burning rubber. It's bonfire night. It's a real shame to see huge over the top fires lit in the middle of the countryside- especially as it's a poor excuse to rid of their old waste. The wee cows didn't know what was going on either.
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