How tough is your generation?

ARE you from the sturdy generation who thought nothing of walking 12 miles to school in hail the size of half-bricks, or are you a snowflake who hides in your ‘safe space’ if you see Nigel Farage on TV?

Take our quiz and find out.

What sort of food did you eat as a child?

A. Ready meals, pasta, McDonald’s.
B. Boiled liver on a wedge of stale bread, with a teaspoon of jam on top for a special treat. And we were grateful for it, not like today.

Crucially, how did you get to school?

A. Bus or a lift from my parents.
B. By walking miles uphill in blinding snow in hand-me-down hobnail boots that made your feet bleed while wolves picked off the weak children and you were strafed by the Luftwaffe.

What was a typical lesson like?

A. Studying a notable play like Our Town or doing basic chemical formulas.
B. Memorising the times table up to 48 x 48 = 2304 or being beaten until you wept for not instantly remembering the subjunctive negative participle of the verb ‘absquatulate’.

What did you do after school?

A. X-Box with mates or maybe five-a-side at the leisure centre.
B. Rush to the woods for some healthy running around and a dip in the frothy pool next to the paint factory. There was none of this political correctness then to stop us having wonderful imaginative games like ‘Find the Jew’.

Did you go to university?

A. Yes, I’ve got a degree from Leeds which has been useful.
B. No, I don’t want my head filled with global warming and feminism.


Mostly As. You are a paid-up member of ‘generation snowflake’. Grow a pair, you pampered little shit, and do something useful with your life, like National Service.

Mostly Bs. You are a heroic stoic from the finest generation! Child poverty and long walks to school are what made Britain great, although it’s not entirely clear how.

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Cat wants owner to know he really tried to bury crap in garden but couldn't because ground was frozen

A CAT has been left humiliated after he defecated in his owner’s garden but was unable to bury it.

Large cat Tom Booker enjoyed his morning ‘garden dump’ but was then horrified to discover the previously-soft ground had become a solid, undiggable block.

Booker said: “I was scraping like mad but the ground just wouldn’t move for some reason. Now my surprisingly big cat log is just sitting there looking at me.

“Maybe it’s my karma for killing that crow yesterday simply for my own amusement.

“Either way, I would just like to apologise to my owner that she has to see that mess in the garden this morning. I don’t like it any more than she does.”

Booker’s owner, Nikki Hollis added, “Well, at least it’s in the garden and not in one of my work shoes.

“Oh no wait, he did one in my work shoes too.”