Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason, why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
I have found a way to distract the Grams. I reminded her that Guy Fawkes Day is upon us.
Back in 1605 a group of Catholic men decided that they wanted England to proclaim its fealty to Mother church and the Pope. So, they decided to blow up Parliament and King James the 1st along with it.
So, these fellows rented a house next door to Parliament and dug a tunnel (sounds like that Woody Allen movie, right?). Unfortunately for Guy Fawkes, he drew the short straw: he was left to light the fuse on the dynamite.
To add to his misfortune, someone in on the plot wrote a little billet doux to a certain Lord Monteagle (great name, huh?) warning him to stay away from Parliament on the 5th of November.
You can guess what happened next, when they broke in on Guy he was trying to strike a match on his bum. He was tortured until he squealed like the rat that he was. Of course King James didn’t condone the torture. However, he did write to the inquisitors:
So, the tradition of Guy Fawkes Night (or Bonfire Night) was born. Old Guy is burned in effigy (though originally it was the Pope) and people cook jacket potatoes and other goodies in the fire. In addition to the baked potato, parkin (combining oatmeal and treacle), hot soup, cocoa, gingerbread men, treacle toffee and toffee apples are also consumed. And there are fireworks, too!
Grams loves this drawing of the conspirators: Guy is called Guido, which is of course my given name.
A la prochaine.