Rose-coloured specs, Senoufou. When I was about eleven or twelve I'd stuff my pockets with about 100 penny bangers and a couple of boxes of matches (the ones with a picture of Captain Webb on the front) and my backup was a big clutch of Brocks "repeating bombshells". They were cheap and were at least as noisy and threatening as anything you can buy today. It it was on just the one night, a sentiment I keep repeating.