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19th March 2007

Safe @ 15:29


The news that a school is banning ties and the news that stepping stones might be bad for your health has really got my blood pressure up of late. I blame the litigious society we now live in. I hold my hand up now and confess that in the mid 1990's I helped to propagate this terrible affliction upon the British public by working in a solicitors office that mainly dealt with tripping incidents.






People living in the UK pay a tax which helps pay for the upkeep of the area in which they live. This tax is called the Council tax [Incidentally, this year Barnsley council have levied residents a £1095 annual charge for the privilege of living in Band B houses within the district] and is paid annually. The tax funds the local services such as police and fire and coastguard (if you live in a coastal area),Derek Hatton's new car refuse collection, holidays for the councillors and general maintenance of street furniture (signs, lamp posts, bins), pavements and public areas.

My job as a legal clerk was to gather evidence against Liverpool council for "Breach of duty of care". Usually this would involve Joe Scrotum calling into the office, all bandaged up, to say that he had tripped over a raised paving slab and caused distress and discomfort to his person. I would then get Mr Scrotum (or his brother or his cousin or some bloke that knew his Aunt once on a Friday afternoon in June) to sign a "Green Form" which allowed Mr Scrotum to claim legal aid and allowed the firm to earn some healthy dosh to pay its employees with. In reality, Mr Scrotum had probably gotten beaten up in the pub for shagging Mr Knutfukker's wife up the bum; and on the way home from the pub notices a pavement slab which happened to be a bit sticky uppy.

Of course some of the clients were obviously genuine, some had actually fallen or had had some kind of truly accident with a piece of council furniture. But the majority were scam artists. A good 60% of these people put claims in as a supplement to their unemployment benefit and often the solicitor that dealt with these cases would be heard to say "Oh Mr Scrotum? Again? He is a clumsy clopper". Anyone else probably would have taken a bit more care walking down the road but because the compensation available was sometimes in the £1000's (Yeah your Honour. Falling down that manhole has put me off sex) there was a healthy income to be made. Indeed some of the injuries certainly didn't look like they were caused by "sticky up pavements". Unless, of course, these people had been travelling along a super sonic speed and the pavement slab levitated and twatted them across the head and limbs several times.

Of course the compensation had to come from somewhere. Liverpool, at the time, had one of the highest council tax charges in Britain and possibly some of the most unsafe streets in the whole North West. Not because of gun toting dudes in blacked out cars but because of the actual potholes and broken pavements. However, the money to fix the pavements was being swallowed up by Mr Scrotum and his kin, who didn't actually pay any council tax anyway because of their employment status.





But thats a tangent I didn't really intend going off on. Instead, today I got thinking about the numerous things that I probably wouldnt have experienced had I been a cotton wool wrapped child of today. Such as:-

Thing   WhyPossible reason Instead of 
 Sitting on hot central heating pipes in the cold winter Not only is it not Arcticly cold in the winter anymore but someone might get burntOh poor little Jonny! He sat on a pipe and now has a disfiguring blister on his thigh. This has (will) cause(d) him to have a lack of  self confidence and all the other children will call him names and he'll grow up to be Charles Manson or someone. Stupid child. It was hot, you got burnt. Here have some Germoline and stop your whinging. You'll never do that again now will you. Hot pipes indeed!? Didn't you get up once they felt a bit hot?
 Cutting paper with scissors The child might cut his or her or someone elses fingers off!  Oh poor little Milly! She was cutting paper unsupervised when she cut her finger. Now she has no end of playground taunting and she'll never be able to play the Harp again. I mean fancy leaving a child with paper! That paper cut will never heal. It will go gangrenous and cause her to have some tropical infection like lassa fever or beri beri Stupid Child! Its only a poxy little paper cut. Just suck the blood off and you'll be alright. You're not going to die.
 Chalk on the blackboard People are allergic to all sorts of things these days: cheese, peanuts, mucky fat, aspidistras. Chalk is no exception.I had to take my little Gary out of class indefinitely because of the dust in that class room. He would come home with his eyes streaming and his face all puffy. It stressed me so much I  would have to smoke a further 20 cigarettes in disgust. How dare that school give my child an allergy! How is he going to take over the family asbestos removals company when his Dad retires?  Oh stop your whinging. Smoke this and go out and play.
 Sitting on walls Walls, it is known, are generally unsafe. They sit there and teeter like a frightening sine wave and have a habit of falling on or ejecting children when they least expect it. Our Sharon was sat on them wankers in Number 72's wall t'other night and she fell off it. Poor little mite. Spilt her fuckin' Tenants Super as well. Stained her new top an' shes fuckin' brok her fuckin' tuff as she fell. Am goin' to take them bastards t' court.  You dosy mare. That walls been there for over 50 years. You come along and kick it with your mates then sit on it or walk about on it all pissed while you pick all the moss and the cement out from between the bricks. Is it any wonder you fell off it?
 Playing conkers Conkers are notorious for removing peoples eyes. In fact in some hospitals conkers have been used in eye removal operations. The game of conkers is no exception and only increases the risk. That Tommy, he's normally such a nice boy. But you know the other day, after his drink of Sunny Delight, he went out with his friend Eddie to play conkers and within five minutes he was going round and punching things and kicking things and pulling the heads off puppies. I can't imagine why he would do such a thing. Must be because he was playing conkers. Thats such a violent game Calm down. Stop kicking that boy like that. How many times have I got to tell you. When you are kicking children go for the goolies! Do it properly or not at all!
 Being told off by an unknown adult Strangers. Are dangers. So they say. I always thought they were a crap indie band from Preston. But it seems that any person other than a member or friend of the family that speaks to a child is a paedophile and possibly an axe murderer or nail beautician. Or all three. That Mr Jones of number 86. He told our Jade to get off his garden today. He's a dirty shifty man. He has all those pictures of those children on his mantelpiece and wall. I just know he's watching me from behind those net curtains. He did away with his wife anorl you know? Chopped her up with an axe made out of a nail file.... How many times do you need to be told? Stop annoying the neighbours and stop doing parkour on Mr Jones' front garden. He's old and doesn't like it. Go and apologise and ask him if there is anything I can get him from the supermarket.
 Sticking things with Gloy Paste Glue as we know is bad. According to recent social studies sniffing glue is bad for you. It makes your nose all spotty, fucks your head and leads on to hard drugs like. Gloy Paste sniffing is  the precursor to glue sniffing it seems though smelling the back of a postage stamp isn't quite in the same league really is it? I caught our Billy making a tissue paper collage last night. I was so shocked. I was passing his room on my way to get my Crystal Meth when I saw through his door...there he was all sprawled out on the floor sticking pieces of scrunched up bits of tissue paper onto a piece of card using GLOY! Things looked so promising for him. I always thought he'd be a dealer you know.  Aww thats lovely Billy. Are you making that for your gran? Arrrey! You've got it all over the carpet. You stupid little child. Give it here!
 Nativity It seems that childhood is not innocent. It is guilty of offending people from other walks of life and cultures. The nativity, the seasonally traditional account of the birth of Jesus, offends not only non-Christians but the papier mache rights people get offended at the use of a papier mache sheep instead of a cardboard cut out. It might also be instrument to child pornography as it seems those people with the cameras might not actually be filming or photographing their children for family posterity but for actually more nefarious purposes.  I couldnt believe it! I was mortified! Imagine having a 6 year old talking about birth. It is obscene! Especially as I don't believe a word of all that "Christ is born" nonsense and I only had our Tanya baptised so she could get into the school (you know its fairly high up on the league tables). I find it all so offensive. Just wait until Julian sees the education minister when he plays golf on Thursday. I shall also be complaining about the use of the cameras in during the nativity. I mean I don't know any of those people. They might be axe murderers or nail beauticians or something and they have film of MY child! It's horrific! Aww look at them all act. Aren't they sweet. I mean I know I only got them baptised for educational reasons but still they did a damn good job of the birth. I think little Tarquin played Joseph so well. He should get an oscar lovey!! I'm so glad most parents seemed to be filming the event as, when Tarquin becomes an internationally famous filmstar, they'll all sell their films to the press and it will be excellent publicity for him darling.
 Playing in the street God forbid if a child ever went out on the street. There are all manner of dangers. Cars. Drug pushers. Muggers. Rabid snow leopards. Level 15 Dun Modr Dwarfs. Religious nutters. Knives. Sharp pavements. Fresh air. Pollution. Things to do. Mischief to be had.  I dare not let Jimmy out to play incase he falls over and damages his knee. I certainly don't like him talking to those other children. I mean what sort of dreadful and awful parents let their children out to wander the streets unsupervised. You see them all the time playing football, sitting around drinking Tenants Super, swearing at old ladies, runnign round Mr Jones' garden. I'd say something but I wouldnt want anyone to think I was a dirty paedo or something. Instead I'll just keep Jimmy here with me. I'll give him a nice PC to play with and he can go on the internet all day. Or I can get him a television and some of those Conker films he likes so much.  Go on. Bugger off out. What do you mean you've got homework? GCSE's? What are they? You dont want them they cause nothing but trouble! Look at me do you think I've got GCSE's? Now fuck off out and let me watch me reruns of Trisha in peace...
 
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From:zoefruitcake
Date:19th March 2007 15:56 (UTC)
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If I sued someone everytime I fell over in public (and I'd like to point out I don't drink) I'd be a bloody millionaire instead of just being bloody clumsy, which is what I am.
Do you remember those great bottle that Gloy used to come in, sort of vinegar bottle shape with a brown rubber top with a slit in it that used to get glued up again and you could pick it off to reopen it - ah, bliss :0)
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From:stegzy
Date:19th March 2007 15:59 (UTC)
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I do remember the Gloy bottles. In between moments of hard drug clarity that is...

I used to paint my fingers with Gloy and then peel off little finger prints and leave them lying about the place. I'm sure the teachers thought I was weird.
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From:zoefruitcake
Date:19th March 2007 16:12 (UTC)
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Thought you were weird? Why would they do that? ;0)
I never did that with Gloy, but I used to enjoy painting copydex on myself. When I was older I moved on to accidently sticking my fingers together with superglue, something I still do every now and again
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From:wimble
Date:19th March 2007 16:03 (UTC)
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Aye. I had a look at the tie article and noted:
but it is the unexpected factors such as running and having their ties pulled that could be a problem.


So maybe you might think that the running is a problem? Or just the fact that some of the kids are obnoxious little gits, and, if they can't pull little Johnny's tie, they're give him an indian burn? "Oh, miss! I'm so sorry I knocked into and made you drop all your papers, and crack your head on the floor. It wasn't my fault for running! It was my tie made me do it!"
(And, similarly, we should cut off little Johnny's wrists, so the bigger kids and give him a burn.)

Ditto with the stepping stones. I notice that the article actually mentions two common features in the accidents:
"These have included major head injuries that have required hospital treatment.

So it's not just the stepping stones! It's the careless use of heads that's causing the problem. Chop 'em off!

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From:stegzy
Date:19th March 2007 16:05 (UTC)
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Exactly!
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From:think4yrself
Date:19th March 2007 23:44 (UTC)
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Too right!
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From:fj_warren
Date:19th March 2007 17:39 (UTC)
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When we were kids and had an accident, (we lived on a farm - each day was a near death experience and I've got the scars to prove it) if we cried because we were in pain our mother (Frau Hitler) would make us stop crying and then she treated the wounds. Imagine me, six year old kid, with a great chunk missing out of the palm of my hand, blood pooling in it and forming a rather large puddle on the floor. "If you don't stop making that noise I won't do anything," she said. There was so much blood my sister fainted! Great times!!!!!!!!!!!
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From:louenn
Date:19th March 2007 18:54 (UTC)
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All through school, I wore a proper tie. Even aged 5. I remember my Dad teaching me how to tie it and everything.

The only advantage to the clip-on ties in a school is that they are smarter, because they can't be worn half-undone. Of course in a business such as M&S, or Sainsbury's, or the Police force, they're going to have clip-on ties. Don't want the thugs trying to strangle the copper with his own tie now, do you?
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From:aki_no_karasu
Date:19th March 2007 19:49 (UTC)
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Genius, as usual. XD

Oh stop your whinging. Smoke this and go out and play.

I wish someone had told me that when I was a kid! Pfft. And you spell "pedophile" awesomely.
From:curious_lobster
Date:19th March 2007 20:03 (UTC)
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The compensation culture really annoys me. Unless you actually have an accident, which prevents you from working (provided you have a job in the first place) and you dont get sick pay - tough luck!

Ggggrrrr!! There's loads of those annoying people in Bradford asking every single person who walks past if they "have had an accident in the last two years"
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From:billzy
Date:20th March 2007 11:16 (UTC)
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My mum once fell over a on a public footpath over a damaged paving slab and she was quite badly hurt - i told her she should have sued!!!! :/

The world has gone crazy though!

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