I work with pyrotechnics. Mostly smaller stage stuff nowadays, but occasionally I get to play with bigger stuff.
It’s part of a performance group that get hired for a range of events in the UK.
I am fully versed in what exactly consumer grade fireworks entail, how they function and the consequences of misuse. I have the burn scars from personal fuckups to remind me of the wrong way to do something.
There is a time and a place, and most random farting fucking skittles have no business setting off airburst explosives in the middle of housing estates. They are blissfully unaware of the dangers, and in most cases don’t give a flying fuck as long as the consequences/problems end up being someone else’s. (For example, Where does all the debris from all the rockets end up? Who gives a fuck, right?)
That’s before we get to the malicious antics of the feral offspring of the worst areas’ utter scrotes, and the misery that brings to everyone else for months after fireworks go on sale.
I work with pyrotechnics. Mostly smaller stage stuff nowadays, but occasionally I get to play with bigger stuff.
It’s part of a performance group that get hired for a range of events in the UK.
I am fully versed in what exactly consumer grade fireworks entail, how they function and the consequences of misuse. I have the burn scars from personal fuckups to remind me of the wrong way to do something.
There is a time and a place, and most random farting fucking skittles have no business setting off airburst explosives in the middle of housing estates. They are blissfully unaware of the dangers, and in most cases don’t give a flying fuck as long as the consequences/problems end up being someone else’s. (For example, Where does all the debris from all the rockets end up? Who gives a fuck, right?)
That’s before we get to the malicious antics of the feral offspring of the worst areas’ utter scrotes, and the misery that brings to everyone else for months after fireworks go on sale.