Things have calmed down on the Big Island over the years of this century, but from around 1990 to 2005, you would hear fireworks every day from around mid-September to the end of the first week in January.
In the midst of this period, I was listening to a drama documentary* about the bombing of Germany, when I started to think that the soundtrack in the background was getting a bit repetitive - then, I suddenly realised that the next day was bin day, so I decided to put the bin out before I forgot again. When I opened the front door the 'soundtrack' got louder. I had actually been hearing, inside a house, with all the windows closed and the radio on, a firework display at a 'stately home' over four miles away. There can't have been a cat or dog left in the area...
Also, until the 400th anniversary finally came around, you could have stopped a hundred people in the street and asked them when the Gunpowder Plot happened and you would have been lucky to get any answers in the right decade.
I would applaud the plotters for not doing it in midsummer - I've had quite a bit of stuff come down in the garden still burning.
I went to a "popular classics" concert at Milton Keynes Bowl. Of course, there had to be the 1812 Overture to finish the evening, complete with a professional firework display. The fireworks were very carefully designed to stop burning just before they got back down to the level that they had been launched from. But, the crowd was on quite a high embankment, forming the amphitheatre around the stage. This meant that the thousands of people attending, many with picnics on blankets, etc., were subject to what had become, essentially, an incendiary raid. There was quite a bit of fairly mild panic and I didn't see any injuries, but I was most impressed by the chap in front of us whose blanket was hit, he calmly took the lid off his Thermos flask and put it out - no running about screaming for him...
*Len Deighton's Bomber.