Tonight I went with A, R and M to a fireworks display in a small, dark South Eastern corner of London. I got word of it from A, who said she wanted to get a few together to head up there. We all walked down a narrow and very dark path, along a fence -- following after others doing the same, all seemingly heading the same direction. It was like this until we came to a little gap in the fence, where everybody in front of us seemed to be climbing through. It was a tight fit and you had to bend down whilst lifting a leg in order to get through it. It was like a secret gathering that everybody knew about through word of mouth only - someone told someone who told someone and eventually, when we reached the top of the reservoir, there were about two hundred or so people there, all watching as their friends - below - set off the fireworks. We walked around half-looking for people we knew, and warmed ourselves by a bonfire some people had started. Amongst the smoke, the smell of wood and marijuana, a whole group of young guys sitting beside the orange fire in the bitter cold of the November night.