metro article on helmets
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I don't dispute that is the case although I know a few Consultants who definitely would contest the word "any" in your statement
But the difference is you haven't claimed superior knowledge, through working in a hospital neuro unit, of the types of patients admitted with head injuries and then failed to be able to give even an estimate of what proportion were cyclists, pedestrians and motor vehicle driver/passengers, something an HCP on the unit should be able to easily do.
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Part 1
Once upon a time there was a neighbourhood called Rotonatta. But instead of people Rotanatta was inhabited by dogs. Rotonatta was a peaceful friendly place and most of the time all the dogs got on quite well together. But there were two sorts of dogs who lived in Rotonatta. There were the ordinary dogs who were friendly cuddly pooches who loved everyone and were always well behaved and didn’t bark and scare people and just enjoyed chewing on the odd bone in a most civilised doggy sort of way. And then there were the feral dogs who, most of the time, were just like the ordinary dogs. The ferals were lead by an alpha feral. There were also sniffer or seeker ferals. The ordinary dogs and the feral dogs chewed bones together and chewed each other’s bones and no one would get too tense about things.
Part 2
The Top Dog or Mayor of Rotonatta is called Sheen. Sheen is an alpha male who as his name suggests has a lovely shiny coat and a wet nose. All the dogs in Rotonatta love Sheen and respect him as the top dog. Sheen works very hard to make the dogs of Rotonatta happy.
Now all the ordinary dogs in Rotonatta are aware that amongst all the bones they are given there is one sort which isn’t quite as nice as the rest, however all the ordinary dogs are also aware that this particular sort of bone is very good for them as it keeps them healthy and protects from nasty ailments like brayne-smash and scull-crack which are very unpleasant doggy conditions. All the good dogs are prepared to share out the bones so all the dogs can benefit from the life saving properties of this rather special sort of bone. Because I don’t know the real name of this bone we shall call it helm-bone. When they are given helm-bone all the good dogs get stuck in so they can stay healthy and keep their coats shiny (like Sheen’s coat) and their noses damp (and their brains intact). But here’s a thing. The feral dogs don’t like helm-bones because as I have said before they are not quite as nice as some other sorts of bone. Now you would think that the feral dogs would be quite happy to let all the good normal dogs have their helm-bones. But no, on the contrary the feral dogs are absolutely determined that all the good dogs should be deprived of their life enhancing helm-bones and should be fed tripe instead!
Part 3
There is another place near to Rotonatta which is called Parlomen. Parlomen is a big place and is run by the alpha of all alpha males, a pedigree or Prime Dog called Macaroon, but most dogs call him Dave. Dave has a mate called Nip Clogg who would like to be the alpha male but can’t quite make it. As Sheen makes the rules for Rotonatta so Dave and Nip make the rules for everywhere; Sheens rules are called ‘Terms and Rules’; Dave and Nips rules are called Laws (but they do the same sort of job). Parlomen has all sorts of sub areas or departments. One sub area is called something like I-weighs, where lots of really important and clever pedigree dogs work, these clever dogs work for Dave and Nip making laws. The I-weighs dogs are thoughtful, bright and have been to doggy school. Because they are clever dogs they understand why helm-bone is so important for dogs. So when these bright and intelligent dogs from I-weighs tell dogs that helm-bone is good for them we can all be sure they are right. The I-weighs dogs have even published a book with lots of helpful ideas to help dogs live happily together and about how important it is for dogs to have helm-bones. This book is called the I-weigh Code.
Once upon a time there was a neighbourhood called Rotonatta. But instead of people Rotanatta was inhabited by dogs. Rotonatta was a peaceful friendly place and most of the time all the dogs got on quite well together. But there were two sorts of dogs who lived in Rotonatta. There were the ordinary dogs who were friendly cuddly pooches who loved everyone and were always well behaved and didn’t bark and scare people and just enjoyed chewing on the odd bone in a most civilised doggy sort of way. And then there were the feral dogs who, most of the time, were just like the ordinary dogs. The ferals were lead by an alpha feral. There were also sniffer or seeker ferals. The ordinary dogs and the feral dogs chewed bones together and chewed each other’s bones and no one would get too tense about things.
Part 2
The Top Dog or Mayor of Rotonatta is called Sheen. Sheen is an alpha male who as his name suggests has a lovely shiny coat and a wet nose. All the dogs in Rotonatta love Sheen and respect him as the top dog. Sheen works very hard to make the dogs of Rotonatta happy.
Now all the ordinary dogs in Rotonatta are aware that amongst all the bones they are given there is one sort which isn’t quite as nice as the rest, however all the ordinary dogs are also aware that this particular sort of bone is very good for them as it keeps them healthy and protects from nasty ailments like brayne-smash and scull-crack which are very unpleasant doggy conditions. All the good dogs are prepared to share out the bones so all the dogs can benefit from the life saving properties of this rather special sort of bone. Because I don’t know the real name of this bone we shall call it helm-bone. When they are given helm-bone all the good dogs get stuck in so they can stay healthy and keep their coats shiny (like Sheen’s coat) and their noses damp (and their brains intact). But here’s a thing. The feral dogs don’t like helm-bones because as I have said before they are not quite as nice as some other sorts of bone. Now you would think that the feral dogs would be quite happy to let all the good normal dogs have their helm-bones. But no, on the contrary the feral dogs are absolutely determined that all the good dogs should be deprived of their life enhancing helm-bones and should be fed tripe instead!
Part 3
There is another place near to Rotonatta which is called Parlomen. Parlomen is a big place and is run by the alpha of all alpha males, a pedigree or Prime Dog called Macaroon, but most dogs call him Dave. Dave has a mate called Nip Clogg who would like to be the alpha male but can’t quite make it. As Sheen makes the rules for Rotonatta so Dave and Nip make the rules for everywhere; Sheens rules are called ‘Terms and Rules’; Dave and Nips rules are called Laws (but they do the same sort of job). Parlomen has all sorts of sub areas or departments. One sub area is called something like I-weighs, where lots of really important and clever pedigree dogs work, these clever dogs work for Dave and Nip making laws. The I-weighs dogs are thoughtful, bright and have been to doggy school. Because they are clever dogs they understand why helm-bone is so important for dogs. So when these bright and intelligent dogs from I-weighs tell dogs that helm-bone is good for them we can all be sure they are right. The I-weighs dogs have even published a book with lots of helpful ideas to help dogs live happily together and about how important it is for dogs to have helm-bones. This book is called the I-weigh Code.
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Good lord - the guy's so crazed he wants helmets for dogs now!
See what you've done guys? He's actually LISTENED, and TAKEN ON BOARD the argument about helmets when walking! God knows how the dog walkers will react to having to put helmets on their pooch though.
See what you've done guys? He's actually LISTENED, and TAKEN ON BOARD the argument about helmets when walking! God knows how the dog walkers will react to having to put helmets on their pooch though.
Little yellow Brompton
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They won't mind, as long as they can still let the pooch of the lead and let it crap where it wants to!
Your laboured and infantile story fails utterly, because no-one is trying to prevent people from wearing helmets.
Oh, and if you would be so kind as to explain why a cyclist who injures their head when not wearing a helmet is a fool, but a pedestrian who injures their head when not wearing a helmet isn't a fool, that would be lovely.
Boris Bajic
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[QUOTE 1780344, member: 45"]DONKEY HELMET!!!
[/quote]
Not just any Donkey.... The fastest Donkey on two wheels.
Not just any Donkey.... The fastest Donkey on two wheels.
Fab Foodie
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- Kirton, Devon.
[QUOTE 1780385, member: 45"]I told you donkeys are great![/quote]
A Prayer To Go To Paradise With The Donkeysby Francis JammesTranslated by Richard Wilbur
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray
It be some dusty-roadbed holiday,
And even as in my travels here below,
I beg to choose by what road I shall go
To Paradise, where the clear stars shine by day.
I�ll take my walking-stick and go my way,
And to my friends the donkeys I shall say,
"I am Francis Jammes, and I�m going to Paradise,
For there is no hell in the land of the loving God."
And I�ll say to them: "Come, sweet friends of the blue skies,
Poor creatures who with a flap of the ears or a nod
Of the head shake off the buffets, the bees, the flies. . ."
Let me come with these donkeys, Lord, into your land,
These beasts who bow their heads so gently, and stand
With their small feet joined together in a fashion
Utterly gentle, asking your compassion.
I shall arrive, followed by their thousands of ears,
Followed by those with baskets at their flanks,
By those who lug the carts of mountebanks
Or loads of feather-dusters and kitchen-wares,
By those with humps of battered water-cans,
By bottle-shaped she-asses who halt and stumble,
By those tricked out in little pantaloons
To cover their wet, blue galls where flies assemble
In whirling swarms, making a drunken hum.
Dear God, let it be with these donkeys that I come,
And let it be that angels lead us in peace
To leafy streams where cherries tremble in air,
Sleek as the laughing flesh of girls; and there
In that haven of souls let it be that, leaning above
Your divine waters, I shall resemble these donkeys,
Whose humble and sweet poverty will appear
Clear in the clearness of your eternal love.
A Prayer To Go To Paradise With The Donkeysby Francis JammesTranslated by Richard Wilbur
When I must come to you, O my God, I pray
It be some dusty-roadbed holiday,
And even as in my travels here below,
I beg to choose by what road I shall go
To Paradise, where the clear stars shine by day.
I�ll take my walking-stick and go my way,
And to my friends the donkeys I shall say,
"I am Francis Jammes, and I�m going to Paradise,
For there is no hell in the land of the loving God."
And I�ll say to them: "Come, sweet friends of the blue skies,
Poor creatures who with a flap of the ears or a nod
Of the head shake off the buffets, the bees, the flies. . ."
Let me come with these donkeys, Lord, into your land,
These beasts who bow their heads so gently, and stand
With their small feet joined together in a fashion
Utterly gentle, asking your compassion.
I shall arrive, followed by their thousands of ears,
Followed by those with baskets at their flanks,
By those who lug the carts of mountebanks
Or loads of feather-dusters and kitchen-wares,
By those with humps of battered water-cans,
By bottle-shaped she-asses who halt and stumble,
By those tricked out in little pantaloons
To cover their wet, blue galls where flies assemble
In whirling swarms, making a drunken hum.
Dear God, let it be with these donkeys that I come,
And let it be that angels lead us in peace
To leafy streams where cherries tremble in air,
Sleek as the laughing flesh of girls; and there
In that haven of souls let it be that, leaning above
Your divine waters, I shall resemble these donkeys,
Whose humble and sweet poverty will appear
Clear in the clearness of your eternal love.
Boris Bajic
Guest
Who was that Spanish geezer who used to attack every time he saw a helmet thread?
Donkey Hoatie... Ha ha ha ha ha
Do you see what i did there?
Donkey Hoatie... Ha ha ha ha ha
Do you see what i did there?
Fab Foodie
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Taxi for Mr Bajic ....
1780496 said:
Let me try to help in return. TyT posted his own personal comments to prove a point and followed them with a link to a news story to support of his point.
I posted no comments. Simply a cut and paste of a news story which might be of interest to those that read the helmet section together with a link to the original.
If you still can't see the difference then I really can't help you.
Titan yer tummy
No meatings b4 dinner!
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- Beckenham, SE London
Continued
Part 4
Because there have been a lot of disturbances in Rotonatta over helm-bones Sheen has had to build a special helm-bone enclosure where he can gather all the helm-bones together. There is a big sign which says ‘Helm-bones Go Here.’ The rest of Rotonatta is off limits to helm-bone and if helm-bone is discovered anywhere else in Rotonatta, perhaps because some inexperienced noo-doggy has mistakenly put his helm-bone in the wrong place, then Mayor Sheen or one of his chums has to drag it off to the ‘Helm-bones Go Here’ enclosure. It should be added here that Mayor Sheen is not anti helm-bone and is known to enjoy a helm-bone himself. The problem is that if all the good normal doggies go to the ‘Helm-bones Go Here’ enclosure to enjoy a helm-bone they are easily found by the ferals who then try to break up the party, steal the helm-bone and replace it with tripe. Now if the ferals were civil about this no-body would care too much but unfortunately the whiff of helm-bone sends a feral berserk. If he is alone he will immediately start the summon the pack routine (ferals always operate as a pack) by starting a hullaballoo and baying ‘helm-bone, helm-bone,helm-bone’as loudly as possible so that the other ferals can hear, no matter how far away, and can respond to the call to action. Soon a pack of drooling slobbering rabid curs led by the alpha ferals Celandine and Bratsdad, is on the scene and on the rampage. And what should have been a nice little sociable gathering to chew over a helm-bone is hi-jacked by a pack of tripe throwing mangy curs with bucket loads of offal, none of it fresh, and much of which has been putrefying for years.
The ferals are particularly and peculiarly obsessed about how important helm-bone is for walkies. The ordinary nice doggies are not really into walkies and are quite content to go for walkies without a helm-bone but this seems to upset the ferals and spur them to even more deranged paroxysms of tripe throwing - odd.
Part 4
Because there have been a lot of disturbances in Rotonatta over helm-bones Sheen has had to build a special helm-bone enclosure where he can gather all the helm-bones together. There is a big sign which says ‘Helm-bones Go Here.’ The rest of Rotonatta is off limits to helm-bone and if helm-bone is discovered anywhere else in Rotonatta, perhaps because some inexperienced noo-doggy has mistakenly put his helm-bone in the wrong place, then Mayor Sheen or one of his chums has to drag it off to the ‘Helm-bones Go Here’ enclosure. It should be added here that Mayor Sheen is not anti helm-bone and is known to enjoy a helm-bone himself. The problem is that if all the good normal doggies go to the ‘Helm-bones Go Here’ enclosure to enjoy a helm-bone they are easily found by the ferals who then try to break up the party, steal the helm-bone and replace it with tripe. Now if the ferals were civil about this no-body would care too much but unfortunately the whiff of helm-bone sends a feral berserk. If he is alone he will immediately start the summon the pack routine (ferals always operate as a pack) by starting a hullaballoo and baying ‘helm-bone, helm-bone,helm-bone’as loudly as possible so that the other ferals can hear, no matter how far away, and can respond to the call to action. Soon a pack of drooling slobbering rabid curs led by the alpha ferals Celandine and Bratsdad, is on the scene and on the rampage. And what should have been a nice little sociable gathering to chew over a helm-bone is hi-jacked by a pack of tripe throwing mangy curs with bucket loads of offal, none of it fresh, and much of which has been putrefying for years.
The ferals are particularly and peculiarly obsessed about how important helm-bone is for walkies. The ordinary nice doggies are not really into walkies and are quite content to go for walkies without a helm-bone but this seems to upset the ferals and spur them to even more deranged paroxysms of tripe throwing - odd.
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