I hold no brief for Ewan McGregor, the ebullient Scottish film actor.
In fact I don’t even hold a grudge against him for being a trainspotter, which I understand is the case.
Rather I commend him to the house for declaring he will move abroad if Britain continues down the road of interference in private matters, Big Brother prying into our lives and especially state nannyism.
He’s right. Health and safety is out of control. It is amazing we are world conker champions this year considering how children no longer get a grounding in the sport thanks to school playground bans.
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If you ask me that rugby lark looks a bit rough, we should ban that, too. And as for Formula One. Well breast is clearly best.
Mr McGregor has recently completed an epic motorcycle ride across Africa and, happily, was not fatally killed or eaten by a snake.
He cites incidences where he saw garage attendants filling up vehicles with petrol while smoking a cigarette.
The is just the sort of pioneering adventurism missing from Britain today. Although I have got a friend who was once asked to weld a leaking petrol tank.
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