The BBC News website has an article on a nuclear aftermath / civil defence exhibit at the UK National Archives. Often at the end of these articles, there is an opportunity to post comment and one reminded me of being a nuclear fear kid:
I lived most of my childhood in genuine fear of a four-minute warning and often used to mentally plan what I would do with that time, depending where I was (at school, at home etc). Even as a child I thought hiding under the stairs was not going to work. My biggest fear was dying without my parents. Or losing a pet because of food shortages!I clearly recall working through the scenerios of being separated at the moment the bombs started dropping and coping as a nine year old among nine year olds. Had I then access to the 1975 release A Boy and His Dog I would have know it would be ok - as opposed to the more familiar My Life as a Dog.
Comments
portland - March 30, 2004 10:34 PM
i was thinking about a boy and his dog the other day. whenever it comes up i always have to ruin the ending for anybody who is not familiar with it. here it is: they eat the girl. hey, there's still don johnson's fine performance to recommend it. he steals scenes from a talking dog.
Ale Fan - March 31, 2004 6:57 AM
Nice link.
Armed with stout shoes, an overcoat, a tin of whitewash and a stiff upper and us British will stand up to any danger.
I think it was in 'Protect & Survive' were it was suggested taking your doors off their hinges to make a make-shift shelter. What a practical lot we are !
:-)