Leody wrote:SE13 wrote:Sadly the Nanny State came in here when the "blame culture" from over there was adopted.
It's all getting a bit silly now.....
I don't care where it started, I fecking hate it and it makes my blood boil...
Sometimes I wish we lived back in the stone age, because then all the helpless twats would just die off. Cull the herd.
Hmmm
To be fair, I grew up falling over on snow, it didn't do me any harm. I also grew up playing in a shopping centre being built where I would pull bricks out of the wall built earlier through the day.
Brockley in Lewisham was no place to drive nor walk in the winter of 76 and we knew it, but we just got to where we wanted to go as best we could. If the buses didn't run we walked to the top train. If that didn't work we went to the tube.
Though I'm sure I have mentioned on here before, I did take a tumble on ice and broke my thumb. My entire body went one way and my poor little thumb was caught in a frozen footprint and went the other way. That was 1982.
The winter of 81/82 was the worse I know of, it was -26 one night in London. That was the same day that the sea froze at Margate. Lewisham High Street was completely impassable, my Dad was in Rosyth and it was to a point where you couldn't tell where the road was let alone where the path finished, the drifts were (in some places) 15 foot, and I have the pictures!