A quick, personal reflection on health and safety, by @sianushka

Cross-posted from: Sian Norris
Originally published: 21.06.17

One of the stories I grew up with as a kid was the story of when my granddad’s friend died.

It was a ghost story – or that’s how it was told when we were kids. A premonition by my spiritualist great-nana.

The story was this.

My granddad had a job on the steelworks in Shotton. He and his friend were sat side-by-side, eating their lunch. A load of steel fell from a great height and killed his friend.

This happened in the era before ‘health and safety’ or ‘elf and safety’ as it is called by Richard Littlejohn, a man for whom humour is defined by ‘putting on a funny accent’.
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