Reasons to abandon all hope

[wolfie citizen smith]

Global warming, nuclear proliferation, recession, depression; there are many reasons to abandon all hope, to take a duvet day for the rest of your life, to pull the covers over your head and hope it will all go away. There were more pressing reasons to believe that all was lost in 1939 but people were built of more stoical stuff then. Today’s molly coddled generation of spoon fed whiners can have no concept of the calamitous fear of total war that gripped the denizens of this isle on the eve of the 1940’s. And during the war, in winters colder than this, when the hail in the air was shrapnel not ice, the buses still ran, the schools still opened and everyone turned up for work. It was all for one goal and no-one failed to answer the rallying call to pull together for the greater good. No deprivation, no discomfort and no danger stood in the way of our gallant elders. They knew what it meant to be great and British.


In 1947, the country exhausted and spent, its youth cut down and its cupboards bare, snow fell on Britain everyday from the 22 of January to the 17 of March. Drifts more than 15 feet high were seen and the sea itself froze. And in the thaw came the floods and the country kept working. The government had printed signs of a motivational nature that said “keep calm and carry on”. They copied these in their thousands but such was the pluck of our forebears that none were used because keeping calm and carrying on was exactly what people were doing. In Britain’s darkest hour its citizens were tested and met that challenge.


Today, a light dusting of snow and a bit of a chill in the air brings the nation out in a flurry of skiving and it’s “down tools and put the kettle on” as everyone wheels out the Health and Safety excuse to say it is far too dangerous to go out in weather like that.


If an axis of evil leader bent on world domination were to take on Britain as the first push of his master plan, he need not bother with doodle bugs and ground troops. A couple of snowballs should render us defeated. We won’t fight them on the beaches or in the fields or in the streets. It’s a bit nippy out and we might slip.

[dvbuk55]

My my - we are feeling down in the dumps. Remember a "Tale of two Cities" - "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" and the old adage "It's always darkest before the storm" and "things can only get better" - yea I know a right load of bollocks

[wolfie citizen smith]

well dv, i thought it was quite funny to express one's gloom

[dvbuk55]

well dv, i thought it was quite funny to express one's gloom

Acording to the Sunday Mirror wolfie - the privatisation or, as the Mandyites would have it, shared partnership is dead in the water - the rebels have carried the day for now but there is the weasel to contend with who may well offer a compromise but I don't think it will wash - no one likes the little toad anyway.

[johnny_fartpants]

Global warming, nuclear proliferation, recession, depression; there are many reasons to abandon all hope, to take a duvet day for the rest of your life, to pull the covers over your head and hope it will all go away. There were more pressing reasons to believe that all was lost in 1939 but people were built of more stoical stuff then. Today’s molly coddled generation of spoon fed whiners can have no concept of the calamitous fear of total war that gripped the denizens of this isle on the eve of the 1940’s. And during the war, in winters colder than this, when the hail in the air was shrapnel not ice, the buses still ran, the schools still opened and everyone turned up for work. It was all for one goal and no-one failed to answer the rallying call to pull together for the greater good. No deprivation, no discomfort and no danger stood in the way of our gallant elders. They knew what it meant to be great and British.


In 1947, the country exhausted and spent, its youth cut down and its cupboards bare, snow fell on Britain everyday from the 22 of January to the 17 of March. Drifts more than 15 feet high were seen and the sea itself froze. And in the thaw came the floods and the country kept working. The government had printed signs of a motivational nature that said “keep calm and carry on”. They copied these in their thousands but such was the pluck of our forebears that none were used because keeping calm and carrying on was exactly what people were doing. In Britain’s darkest hour its citizens were tested and met that challenge.


Today, a light dusting of snow and a bit of a chill in the air brings the nation out in a flurry of skiving and it’s “down tools and put the kettle on” as everyone wheels out the Health and Safety excuse to say it is far too dangerous to go out in weather like that.


If an axis of evil leader bent on world domination were to take on Britain as the first push of his master plan, he need not bother with doodle bugs and ground troops. A couple of snowballs should render us defeated. We won’t fight them on the beaches or in the fields or in the streets. It’s a bit nippy out and we might slip.

I can remember 1947 well. it was so cold the flame on my lighter froze up!