Everywhere I'm going to, it's Fib Sunday.

Today, dear reader, is Sunday. Normally, that can mean only one thing (I know...) but today, it means two things:

It's Fib Sunday

and

It's Guy Fawkes Night.

Let's combine the two. Somehow.

I've heard, in today's PC Britain, that Guy Fawkes Night isn't very nice. It's anti-Catholic. Well, I'm sorry, but terrorism isn't very nice either. And, for the love of Ada, it did happen in the seventeenth century.

Exciting! Nice to throw a Catholic effigy on a bonfire!

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason,
Should ever be forgot.

So, it's poetry, but it's not a Fib. I tried.

If you're confused at this point, dear reader, and you don't know what Fib Sunday is, click here for all the info, but remember to come back here and play.

Brian rounded off last week's event and left us with the topic of:

How great is it that Alan the Irish Librarian is blogging again?!

My response:

Great,
Fab!
Also -
Wonderful!
Blogs: Wot no Alan?
Invariable plethora.

Next topic:

It's a sin.