Fireworks are an Only In My Back Yard affair.
In anyone else's backyard, they are a pain in the firmament; a noisy series of bangs and flashes. In one's own garden, they are a work of artistry; a magnificent pyrotechnic fanfare. Indeed, by the time you've dug an 18in hole to launch a £50 big-bang behemoth, you could almost call them an installation. Sparklers? They're for wimps.