There has been a lot written in the media – often by columnists eager to foist some old drivel off on their paying customers - about the dangers of helicopter parents. I – for one – do not see the problem with this. As long as the offspring of the aforesaid parents have a good healthy set of rotor blades and they don’t leave their landing pads in a mess, then they should be all right. Some could even grow up and get a career in air-sea rescue, or as an air ambulance.
It is not like those main battle tank parents who let their self-propelled artillery run amok across other people’s battlefields just when they are trying to settle down to a nice cosy long drawn-out war.
Then there are the mother ships that leave their young rowing boats and teenage yachts crowding up the harbours with no real supervision while the mother ships are off on cruises to faraway places.
However, the true menace of our time are those who have created a world where the bicycle can – seemingly – breed at will, infesting our roads and country lanes with something that is a best a menace and often no better then two-wheeled vermin. That has to stop and stop now, before everyone in the world ends up wearing lycra and silly helmets.
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