It’s amazing isn’t it?
Britons spend millions every year on foreign holidays, mostly to sunny beaches, and yet they fall apart like a cheap deckchair, the second we get a bit of sun over here. It’s been glorious for the last few weeks, with scorching hot sun and cloudless skies. And yet, everyone in my office, including on occasion myself, have spent our days shuffling around complaining about the “unbearable heat.†So much for British stoicism; we’ve become a nation of feckless whingers whose economy is thrown into a tailspin, the minute the nation experiences the slightest variation in weather.
A bit of snow? That means the schools will have to close and rail services will be cancelled. Most school boilers would crap out if they had to boil a pot of tea, and even the smallest amount of snow grinds our pathetic trains to a halt. I’m pretty sure our rail system was constructed for indoor use only. Think about it. Summer sun warps the tracks, and even autumn leads to cancellations (leaves on the tracks anyone?).
I know it’s an age-old gripe that everyone brings up the moment our society creeks to a stop. But on Saturday I will be travelling to Novosibirsk where they suffer arctic-like winters, and enjoy tropical summers. And yet, society functions normally – albeit bureaucratically. We have just become too soft, too mollycoddled, and too defeatist.
Where is that “can-do†British attitude that enabled us to conquer large swathes of the world? Ooops! I’m coming over a bit Daily Telegraph again.
(* “Sweating Cobs” is a Midlands saying for sweating profusely.)