I have always loved November; it starts with Halloween, which growing up
in Wales was celebrated with turnip head lanterns and apple bobbing),
then the local fair used to park outside our front door for 2 days of
thumping disco music, hot dogs, and ancient rides and dodgems. Barely
is the last candy floss stick swept away before Bonfire night and the
lovely smell of gunpowder ... and then the rest of the month unwinds in
a flurry of red and ginger foliage, early frost, slick mists and coal smoke.

The best, is of course, at the end of the month, when for once the
entire world does revolve around the correct axis, in a stupendous
celebration of the anniversary of the birth of - ME!

Why, I believe in the US they are so overwhelmed by the amazing event
that they call the festival of my birth "Thanksgiving" - and sacrifice
many Turkeys in my honour.