Blogathon 22/22: People are weird

The date today, in case you have had your head stuffed under a pillow all day, is 22/02/2022. Unless you’re American, in which case the date (in the peculiar way they write it over there in the colonies) is 49/18/2202. Or something.

Although poking fun at the way Americans write the date, that’s not why we’re here. No. We are here today to poke fun at a nationality that, at times, is incomprehensively stupid. I refer, of course, to the Brits. No, that’s not cockney rhyming slang for an unfortunate incident in the toileting area.

From the nation that (inexplicably) gave us Cooper’s Hill Cheese-Rolling and Wake, (actual video of the madness available here) we now have a C21st challenge that includes (for no good reason), the internal combustion engine.

In the north of this county is a village called Rufford. In this village, at a low-lying point is a ford (not as in Prefect – as in a road running through a stream). People from all over this country, people who have worked hard and saved harder (or just got a finance deal) to buy their dream car, toddle off to Rufford to sedately and carefully motor through this quaint and picturesque village, and take in the equally quaint and picturesque ford.

Except that’s not correct.

In true ‘Oh my Dog, the Brits are absolute fucking imbeciles’ fashion, people take a driving run at the ford and attempt to get through it, at high speed, without either losing control of their vehicles, or without losing their electrics.

Why? Why would anyone take their motorised pride and joy through what is, essentially. a small bloody river? I just don’t get it. And it’s not just car drivers either. Motorcyclists drive to Rufford for a high speed crack at the ford too.

Here’s some of the winners (and losers) of this man/machine vs mother nature challenge. It looks like a pleasant spectator sport. But the participants? They’re all mental. I bet the Barratts driver got handed his P45 when he got back to the office.