I watched a programme on television the other night.
I don’t remember exactly what the programme was about as like most programmes these days, it was instantly forgettable.
One thing I do remember about it was a scene where this couple were inspecting a field where they were building a house.
It was a large field, and work had commenced at some stage, as some of the top soil had been shifted, and the foundations were marked out. So what was remarkable about that?
What impressed me was that the couple were both wearing those horrible yellow hard hats.
I can understand construction workers wearing them on a building site, as there is a fair chance some Lithuanian is going to drop a length of scaffolding pole from about fifty floors up. When the pipe impales the worker to the ground, the boss can wash his hands of the whole business because the victim was wearing a helmet.
I can understand Duncan Stewart wearing one all the time, because he is a wanker and looks daft anyway. I think he wears his to bed.
But why were these two wearing helmets in the middle of a field? What were they afraid of? Were they suffering from Chicken Little Syndrome? Did they have an aversion to bird shit?
Then it occurred to me – I bet it was another one of those Nanny Laws that are all pervasive in society now. If you are in an area designated as a construction site you must wear a hard hat?
Life is full of little dangers. Where I am sitting now, I am surrounded by death and destruction, if I should be so stupid as to stick my finger in an power socket, or slash my wrists with a knife. Frankly, if I did either of those things, then I deserve to go. You can’t argue with Darwin.
But if the Nanny State had its way, all my knives would be blunter than Mary Harney’s arse and all my power sockets wouldn’t have holes in them, just in case.
Darwin has a very strong case to answer. Nature dictates that the weak perish and the strong survive. It’s good for the species. So by protecting the likes of Duncan Stewart from falling concrete blocks, we are in fact weakening the human race.
I will leave you to ponder upon that though.
While you are doing that, I shall boil the kettle and make myself a mug of tea.
Now, where did I put my asbestos suit?