"Remember remember, the Fifth of November..." There was no gunpowder plot this time round, but the thrill of watching fireworks and eating toffee apples was good enough to draw us to Battersea park on a cold Saturday night and part with 5quid entry fee each for our troubles. Set to various forms of music genres, we watched and snapped incessantly as line after line of fireworks burst and lit up the winter night sky, rivalling even the NDP we have back home. After that we crossed Battersea Bridge and trudge in circles till we reached Fulham where we had our supper at Vingt-Quarte. Oh..and I caught a cold too.