Remember, remember the 5th of November,

Gunpowder, treason, and plot.

I see no reason, why gunpowder treason

Should ever be forgot.

So goes the famous rhyme, at least. It’s a strange thing, Bonfire Night. We’re celebrating a failed terrorist attack by burning an effigy of a Catholic while eating burgers and watching pretty explosions in the night sky. We Brits are strange.

Bonfire Night is especially relevant to those of us from York, however. Indeed, the infamous plotter was born in our very streets – most likely on Stonegate in 1570.

We York-sters love to celebrate this fact. Again, this is rather strange when you stop to think about. Nobody nowadays would publicise being the birthplace of a traitor and a terrorist. But apparently enough time has passed that we’re okay with this fact.

Indeed, we are so okay with it that we have a pub – The Guy Fawkes Inn, just up the road from our own shop – dedicated to the man, supposedly built on the spot where Guy Fawkes himself was born.

So this Bonfire Night, while you’re watching the pretty fireworks and engaging in an incredibly bizarre British tradition, remember, remember the man himself who came from our beloved York.

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