Last week we celebrated, or at least remembered, an event that took place more than 400 years ago, namely the death of one Guy Fawkes who had the temerity to plot the sudden and dramatic end of the mother of all parliaments.
As history tells us he failed, and on November 5, 1605, paid for his act of treason with his life, meeting his end no doubt with all the bravery of a martyr.
The same history books are, however, a tad niggardly in telling us the real tale, including leaving out any details of support among the general public.
I only know that some 200 years later when a fire threatened to burn down the Houses of Parliament, a large crowd gathered on the other side of the Thames cheering as they watched the fire grow.
Such was the cynicism of the day, making me wonder just how the UK public would view any such disaster in 2014 not that, I might add, I wish any harm on Westminster and those who are elected to represent us.
It does, however, seem to me that the same parliament is currently embarking on destroying itself from within.
How long it will continue to be the seat of government for all parts of the UK is open to conjecture.
What I can say with unfailing certainty is that this time next year we will still be commemorating the death of Guy Fawkes, which brings me to the point of this week’s rant.
I actually don’t have any major complaints about bonfires, or indeed fireworks, but I do have an issue with the number of private parties who will insist on letting off fireworks at all times of day and night.
This with little, or no, regard for neighbours including children and, of course, the poor family dogs who exist in abject terror of firework explosions throughout much of November, even up to Christmas.
Would it really be too much to ask members of the public to desist from terrorising communities, and throw their lot in with the organised events, such as the excellent one organised by the Ellon Round Table a week past Saturday.
Well done the lads and lassies of this worthy community-minded organisation.
We really do value your efforts, which is more than I can say of those responsible for all the late-night firework noise we have been enduring of late.
It is surely not too much to ask on behalf of the many of you who feel under pressure from the selfishness of a few.
Finally, you will read elsewhere in this paper of an act of kindness and community spirit of a football club from Fife who chose to remember one of its former players who died some 25 years ago.
At a time when the so-called big clubs of the UK are not always well-regarded by the public, it was heart-warming to note the lovely gesture of Dunfermline FC in recalling the life of Ellon-born Gary Riddell.
I knew the young man well, and was moved to tears by the kind act of the Pars as they are known to most in the game.
A truly lovely gesture, and one that will not be forgotten in the town.