I wont bore you with history this time, that's what the wikipedia article and British Government Website is for.
I will say that if I were "home" in England tonight, I would be out in the freezing cold in some field somewhere with a large group of people. Burning my tongue on a baked potato wrapped in foil and freezing my fingers because you can't eat baked potato while wearing gloves. I would be watching as an effigy of Guy Fawkes, made from old clothes belonging to someone's dad and stuffed with straw, is burned on the top of a huge bonfire, making sure not to stand too close to it as I wouldn't want to singe my eyebrows. Finally I would be watching a fireworks display out in the back of the field. On the way home I would be able to see fireworks going off in neighbours backyards. Everyone's dogs would be locked up indoors with the radio playing, so that they don't go crazy at the whooshes and bangs from the fireworks.
The next day (as a child) I would be wrapped up in a warm coat, scarf and gloves, hunting around in the fields for the fireworks burned the night before and collecting them in a pile on the wet grass.
Funny how when you're away from your home country and have been for so long (nearly 3 years now), that you miss traditions that you never particularly cared for when you lived there.
On an unrelated note, Mikey is sick. He has a temperature of 101 and woke three times before finally refusing to go back to sleep on his own at midnight. We spent the rest of the night on the couch watching Pocoyo and drinking lots of tea. I am exhausted.