More than night sweats for Guy Fawkes

As I sit here typing up my new website, I look out of the window and see the coolest Bonfire that I have ever seen produced by a small village. Poor Guy, he's stood on top of the bonfire, looking straight into my window and I feel sorry for him already. It will start with a vague sensation of heat, then a warmth in the pit of your stomach. Before you know it your chest and head are a blaze of colour, then the water begins, you have to strip off your clothes, fan down the heat. Anything to help. But it's too late. You are consumed. You're doomed.