NZ, let go of blast from English past

A loud boom rocked the neighbourhood.

Soon after, an intense squealing like a ninja cat on attack or a car driven with tyre-melting force.

It was 5.20am. It was fireworks. On a Friday morning.

The random explosions in the dark tend to endure, if recent years are a guide, for weeks turning into months. Birds are nesting. Pets are on alert. Some will die.

Why cannot our legislators show preference for compassion over personal rights?

Even the Green Party is mute on the toxic environmental aspects of this.

Guy Fawkes has zero relevance in this country.

We all know this, so what is the motivation to persevere?

Explosive devices are now associated with terrorism and carnage.

No surprise that so many are using fireworks as weapons.

After decades of feedback, the Auckland Council is surveying public opinion.