Let it snow... Just no where near our transport system

This great country has survived many trials over its years, from invading Romans, Spanish armadas to Nazi Germany. We have repelled them all. The great British spirit rose up as one and defeated all opposing forces. We stood proud and strong. We were GREAT BRITAIN, ruler of the waves. We were respected and feared, a great nation.

Now it seems the once ferocious lion has been neutered, mane shaved, claws trimmed and teeth removed. Of all the invasions, battles, conquests and victories we have now been defeated. Mother Nature has shown its strength and brought us to our knees.

Again…

It seems she is the only opponent we cannot defeat. Our nemesis. For once again this formerly great country came to a grinding halt as a blanket of snow was laid across its glorious green lands. It all came crashing down. Unable to cope, our cities and capital froze in the artic waste that devoured our fair land. The London transport system just stopped. Final. Trains stopped running, busses taken off the road. The emergency services declared they would only respond to life threatening situations. The M25 changed from a car park to a skating rink. More people took the day off work than at any other time in the history of mankind. All because it snowed and although it had been predicted for seven days running up to the cataclysmic event it took us all by surprise. “We just weren’t prepared” a transport minister was heard to say.

Again…

Schools were closed, shops shut there doors, businesses stopped trading. Internet shopping saw its biggest profits in a single day as people locked themselves away from the big freeze and went online. How is it possible for a layer of snow and alright I’ll give it credit, a fairly good layer of snow to disrupt us this much? What has changed within us that has crippled our ability to cope? It hasn’t always been like this. In fact this is a recent event. Like many of you I can remember traipsing through snow up to my knees to get to school, loving every second of it, stopping to have snowball fights or to sledge down a hill on anything with a smooth surface that we could lay our hands on. Building snowmen and igloos, (although I never managed to get the roof done). Mass snowball fights in the school playground, sitting in class with my coat and gloves on to keep warm. We weren’t sent home or told the school was closed for the day, teachers didn't stop us from playing in the snow incase somebody got hurt. It wasn’t even contemplated, everyone went to school and everyone went to work. Life carried on just like any other day.

So what has changed? The problem seems to be that this countries elected officials are now spoken down to and told what to do by everyone except the British public to whom it matters. Once in a position to act on our behalf they are now instructed on what we can and can’t do by people that don’t even live here. The British stiff upper lip is now quivering under the threat of the European Union telling us off. Health and Safety regulations have brought this country to its knees.
We can no longer do anything even mildly risky for fear of retribution and reprisals. Before we sneeze we must make sure that we sneeze into an approved tissue. I fear we have become a wet flannel on the floor of the EU’s bathroom. It is time that this lion found its balls again, disembowelled the European Union and declared itself, with a mighty roar as king once more. No longer should we have to ask permission from those outside this country before we wipe our nose. Then and only then might this Britain become great once more and cope with a little bit of snow. Maybe then the next time Mother Nature sees fit to send a bit of snow our way that rather than taking the day off we will just put on our wellies, wrap up warm and set about our days as per normal.

Britain was named Great Britain for a reason. Lets try to see if we can remember why and just maybe we can make this country great once more...