So here’s the lovely truth: spending £2.5 million on a 12-minute firework display isn’t a waste. It’s a celebration tax that pays for itself in joy and economics. It says, “We survived another year, world, and look how pretty we are!”
Think about that moment at midnight. The crowd goes silent, then roars. Strangers hug. The cold doesn’t matter. For that instant, the entire city is united under a sky full of glittering chaos. And that feeling does have a price. And you know what? It’s a bargain.
So the next time someone grumbles about “wasted taxpayer money,” you can smile, adjust your party hat, and say, “Nope. It’s an investment in magic.” And magic, my friend, is always worth a couple of million quid. 🎆
