Legal disclaimer

The opinions expressed by the authors on this blog and those providing comments are theirs alone, and do not reflect the opinions of the Freedom2Choose organisation or any member thereof. Freedom2Choose is not responsible for the accuracy of any of the information supplied by the blog Authors.

Sunday, 30 October 2011

The worlds gone nuts, nuts I tell you!

 It's hard to believe that the sun is shining this Sunday afternoon and the temperature is very mild for this time of year, the back end of October. As I sit here drinking beer and smoking copious rollups I can see many people pass by my window on their weekly ritualistic pilgrimage to the big 'tute' aka the North Ormesby Instute. The majority of which are smoking cigarettes. I have no doubt most of them curse the smoking ban but put up with it rather than do what I do, refuse to give the hospitality industry smokers money because they laid on their backs and and passivly said "shaft me"! And after all, it's a lovely sunny day outside and they have conveniently forgotten the four harsh winters they have had to endure while indulging in their weekly sabbatical.

I'll bet too that the older WMC (Working Mens Clubs) goer will, while standing outside his watering hole in all weathers, let his/her mind slip back to a time before the choices they  made in life were taken away from them by the high and mighty. I wonder if they think how lucky they are to have reached a certain age unscathed as they grew up in the 20th century?

IF YOU’RE aged over 35 and still in one piece, you should probably pause at least once every day and congratulate yourself on the achievement. Because in light of the number of things that were considered normal during your childhood, and are now banned or controlled for health and safety reasons, your continued existence must be either a statistical blip or a miracle.
Well I'm over 35 (well over :¬)) and there are two things I do know, I am neither a statistical blip nor a miracle and I suspect that 25% of the UK smoking public do not fall into either catagory too.

I was reminded of this during the week by a now-annual text from my kids’ school, warning that nuts are “strictly prohibited” from the premises. This is the case all year round, of course. But at Halloween, there is a higher than usual risk of the anti-nut security cordon being breached. Hence the move to code yellow, as it were.
 It says on this site that: It is estimated that up to 45% of the population suffer from some level of food intolerance. I often wonder where all these 'food intolerances' came from, is it the price we pay for modern day living? I know one thing though, we who have came through life intact have to pay hansomly as the ban, ban, ban philosophy takes root in our esteemed lawmakers in parliament.

And I know there are good reasons for the ban. Even so, I can’t help being nostalgic about those crazy days, pre-regulation, when nuts were still central to the educational experience. If you weren’t eating them, you were using them as weapons: often after subjecting them to chemical hardening processes so, that well-aimed, they could have killed elephants.

Not that the prospect of death by chest-or-monkey-nut was your biggest danger. You had probably come to school that day on a bike, without a helmet. Or even worse, your parents had driven you in a car without seat-belts, or with seat-belts the use of which was still considered optional. Needless to say, the lunatics had never installed a booster seat. And to complete the picture of criminal negligence, they were probably smoking too.
I put my hands up guv to all of the above but I'm still here and many a UK citizen are still here at some ripe old age or another despite their vices. It is too easy for governments to criminalise it's peoples with so little evidence. But I suppose the health nuts will have their day eh?

I'm a towney, being brought up in Glasgow made me so but I do like the open spaces where farming is at it's forte but even in Britain's bread basket the bansterbators lurk:

If you grew up on a farm, like me, your chances of survival were even thinner. Never mind the dangerous machinery and bulls and all the other threats to your external security. Consider instead the horror that was daily consumption, for years on end, of unpasteurised milk! What was my mother – who spent her lifetime worrying about us being knocked down on the road – thinking? We used to have a room called “the dairy”. Naturally, it was where the milk was stored. But it was where lots of other things were stored too, including for a time, an old shotgun. Then, when the Troubles started, there was one of those periodic round-ups of unlicensed firearms, and my father handed the gun in to the barracks. I realise now, looking back, it was the milk he should have decommissioned.

These days, children’s whole lives are pasteurised. Which must be part of the reason for their much higher need of thrills, in everything from computer games to fairground rides. Things that would have scared the bejayzus out of my generation are much too bland for them. Hence the ever-increasing realism of the skeletons and zombies and other ghouls that have become standard decor in shops at this time of year.
It’s a bit of a paradox. Brought up in ultra-safe environments, modern kids can’t get enough of pretended danger. Yet here am I, survivor of the minefield that was a 20th-century childhood. And this weekend, I’m almost afraid to go to the supermarket.
Know how you feel mate, know how you feel!


Ian Thorpe said...

... and yet in spite of our ignoring all the warnings about smoking, boozing, eating tasty food, having unprotected sex, refusing to get vaccinated against flying pigs and burning lots of fossil fuels the biggest threat to the nations future comes from the fact that we are all living longer.

smokervoter said...

These days by the time you've thoroughly analyzed the soil composition, the time of day, the weather conditions, the mental state of the farmer at the time of propagation and harvest, and all the social justice implications involved in producing said food item, you've lost your appetite.

Anonymous said...

Let us put the blame firmly and squarely on
those who have aided and abetted the
ongoing ban in Pubs and other Leisure Venues.
First,the total and utterly half
baked mutants who still patronise the yellow bellied taverns ,in particular the dimwitted dipsticks who huddle like neutered weasels
in pub doorways and backyards
Next the pathetic publicans and club stewards who cant muster the gumption to give their MP a bit
of reality.What an absolute disgrace these measly maggots are
bearing in mind how many of our fathers and forefathers have sacrificed in blood and lives for the freedom we now see denied us
One fine day,someone ,somewhere
will awaken

Hurry up


Angry Exile said...

And the list of things that once were mundane and now are dangerous is increasing. Filled your car with fuel this week? You took your life in your hands there, no, really you did. Soon you'll need a certificate before you can self serve at the petrol pump unless TPTB decide to make it 'easy' and add twenty minutes (and forty pounds) on safe fuel filling procedures in the driving test. The idea of letting people just get on with it won't even cross their minds.

opinions powered by


Related Posts with Thumbnails

Pages on this blog