I remember when I was a boy, my parents owned a house not far from the exhibition grounds, and every year, dad would pack a six pack and a bottle of coke (as a treat for me) and we'd climb up the outdoor entertainment area to be able to get up on the house roof (mindful of how to walk on tiled rooves without cracking them!) and up onto the top of the roof pitch, where he and I would sit and "have a drink" whilst we watched the fireworks - couldn't afford to go to them, and quite frankly I thought sitting up on that roof with the old boy was the most awesome thing ever, so didn't really understand at that time that there was no choice anyway.

Ahhh ... good times ... simple pleasures!