Armageddon at the End of the Street

Back in the ‘80s I would lie in bed and wonder about Armageddon.
But it wasn’t thermonuclear war I was worried about.

We lived down the road from Windscale, so if we weren’t already glowing like Ready Brek Kids we certainly were after Chernobyl. The radioactive plume came right over us, and the local sheep were embargoed. Fuck knows what Caesium 137 does to actual people. No one bothered saying.

Meanwhile Windscale was renamed Sellafield, which meant we could stop worrying about that.

We started eating the sheep again in 2010.

Caesium 137 has a half live of 30 years.