The 7 or 8 Guys that I have made in the past have all been spur-of-the-moment affairs with whatever-old-clothes-I-Found-in-the-wardrobe.

This year I vow to give him more respect. My Guy Fawkes will be recognisable as an early seventeenth century terrorist – probably free-standing and possibly equipped with thirty-six barrels of gunpowder.

I challenge anyone who is attending any Guy Fawkes or Plot Night festivities, quizzes or camping trips to do better!