You know I was once in a campsite bar in Carnac and overheard some bloke gowing on about he and his 'jack-the-lad' mates had set off loads of fireworks (LOADS of fireworks) on top of Silbury not long before the top fell in.
To this day I regret putting my job security infront of taking the fucker out with the rather heavy two-pint glass I was holding at the time...
As for the abseiling eejits getting awards, maybe the sparkly lights went to the judges heads too...