I remember the famous five book’s from my childhood. A brilliant time when life was simpler. We made our own entertainment, we were in and out of home all day, because our Mum’s were there to plaster sore knees, answer questions, set the rules. We had an open air swimming pool that we could spend all day in, until the council decided a stuffy new pool was needed. Closed our lovely one.
There weren’t as many buses, we used to walk everywhere. The roads were empty of cars and our neighbours looked out for us.
We could be sure sexual predators received their just desserts and were locked away for a long time. There was no chance of being lured into the internet by paedophiles and porn books were hidden away for grubby old men to have to ask for.
Our schools weren’t shiny modern buildings, a bit old and peeling, but we had great teachers and education. Councils didn’t spend on every minority group around. Those times could teach them a thing or two.
- Mrs. B, G.B., 10/2/2011 11:41
(We added paragraphs to make it seem less like a stream of consciousness)
Well done Mrs. B, G.B, with your confusing punctuation and wacky idealisation of the past, you’ve won an award for being the Most Stereotypical Daily Mail Reader. Unfortunately, we don’t want to get in contact with you to give you your prize, in case you are, as we suspect, mental. Your reward is three pictures that’ll make your day.

Wouldn’t surprise me at all if the comment were a plant by the Mail itself. It just seems too perfect. Oh and by the way, you can use http://istyosty.com to link to Mail Online without giving them visitor stats or ad revenue. Always worth it.
Unfortunately, the otherwise wonderful http://istyosty.com don’t cache all the comments, so we couldn’t link directly to it. You don’t need to click the Mail link. Don’t click the link.