issue 11

Meet George the Enquirer’s
very own Grumpy Old Man
(subtitled: a view from God’s waiting room)
Another week of impending doom and destruction
of the Universe.
As I sit here watching the birds feeding on the
free handouts that the wife inexplicably shops for
every week I marvel at what man can do for nature.
Feed the birds, who become overweight and at
some point in the near future loose the ability to
forage and hunt for sustenance and just nip down
to the soup kitchen in my back garden.
Join George in posing
those questions and
making observations on
life that only someone
with some miles under
their belts have to
worry about.
Email the Enquirer with
your “grumps” for
publication
Add to that the effect on the local cats who now
know exactly where to find the smorgasbord of
birds and no longer have to travel miles and become
stealth fighters to gain a meal. We have unhealthy
birds indolent cats and companies making millions
out of wives who now need to feed the birds
“otherwise they will die”. Aren’t people great at
unbalancing nature with the best intentions?
Grumpy George
And another thing………
How did people of my generation ever survive to our
ripe old age without wearing the obligatory crash
helmet on a bike?
Was it because our bikes didn’t go as fast as today’s?
No of course not, we could break the speed
limit on anything, bikes, scooters (big heavy ones)
skates (big heavy ones) and even some wood and four
pram wheels.
Aha! safety you cry. From personal knowledge in a
school of over 1200 pupils over 7 years not one
reported death or head injury occurred.
I would be interested to see the comparative of
before and after for head injuries on bikes to substantiate the need. I am sure it is a
lot less that the comparative profits of the companies making and marketing them.
(Yes, we came off and yes we, had cuts and bruises and grazes but a plaster was all that
we needed to get back out there to play and not a visit to A&E)
Grumpy George