Before the films were shown we wandered onto the roof of the building, up a winding, derelict set of stairs which had missing handrails, missing steps and a dead pigeon. The roof itself also didn't have a protective handrail around the edge which, being a clumsy individual, did make me very uneasy. The view however was great and we also enjoyed the accompaniment of a rather odd but enthusiastic acoustic band as well.
Its strange that once a year, everyone in the country goes crazy buying live gunpowder, setting fires all around the city and letting off controlled explosions? We are all mental.