Many a day I would sneak out to play in the snow rather than endure the rigmarole of being packed into clothing that would prevent my legs and arms from bending.
And many a thick ear I received for daring to ignore mum's manta of "I know best".
These days though, youngsters go one stage further, opting to put their trust in their indestructible youthfulness rather than in motherly advice.
The modern 'party etiquette' seems to demand that in winter under-dressing is the only acceptable way to enjoy yourself.
|(In Northumberland, this is a norm)|
I see the young women of Cardiff struggling through snow in high heels, mini skirts and short-sleeved blouses or T-shirts. Never a pair of Wellington boots. Never a pair of trousers. And NEVER the dreaded coat!
It just isn't cool!
And cool is what it's all about these days.
Imagine what wearing a coat would do for you reputation or what your friends would say if you turned up to the bar/club with your Wellington's on.
I think they would have to sit at a table all on their own ... if they let you go in at all!
The men are no different, except that they don't wear mini's or high heels. I have seen obviously mentally challenged men running around wearing Hawaiian shirts and Bermuda shorts claiming, as the goose bumps multiply over their arms and legs, that the cold is something only wimps suffer from.
As I understand it, women are trying to out 'sexy' each other and the man are just trying to prove how 'hard' they are.
Well, I think I will stick to my coat with the quilted lining, woolly hat and wind-stopper gloves!