Day one was a bit of a damp squib, with most people recovering from the festivities a nice walk on the first day of the year is always welcome. Constant rain put the mockers on that (What is a mocker). So a lazy day watching the telly.
I was sad to read this morning that the Celebrations were tainted by violence and that a young lad is now in hospital with head injuries after a fight in the town in the early morning of the new year.
Now I have no knowledge of what happened and I have no want to condone fighting, but it occurs to me that when I was young that if there was a fight we used our fists and once one or other of us was knocked down that was pretty much it.
The fashion in the film industry to finish people off with a kick to the head, or any other part of the body for that matter seems to have instilled itself into modern day culture. Unlike in the films where hero's and villains just get back up, blows to the head with a boot are likely to cause serious damage. I don't thick there is that much malice in most people they are just conditioned to think that it is a survivable part of fighting.
I hope the lad is OK.
