Firing the Imagination

I got delayed coming home. Nasty CSS and javascript conspired to keep me chained to my desk. I beat them though. While fighting I heard Stephen mention how Ballymun knew how to keep Halloween if anyone could. As I stood at my bus stop I saw what he meant. An unceasing stream of fireworks of every hue and pattern was blazing into the Ballymun sky. Even from my distance it was impressive. Goodness knows what the bonfires were like, but it looked like a hell of a party. Stephen was right.