PANIC: Can you remember (those of you who were old enough) what your plan was for the 4 minute warning?

[CountessDracula]

I'm sure most of them involved rushing into the street and shagging the nearest handsome stranger

It would take a lot longer than four minutes to find a handsome stranger round here never mind shag him

oh dear

So what was your plan?

I think mine was hiding under the table actually with a bowl of sand to wash the dishes a la where the wind blows

having a white volvo was a good plan

Mine was travelling to the epicentre, or as near as possible.
I wanted it all over with, no after effects and slow death.
I was a morbid child...

well dissolving instantly is preferable to months of radiation sickness from the fallout

I have a bnlue one is that any good ?

When the wind blows is truly one of the saddest books / films ever .

Does anyone remember threads ? Gave me nightmares for a loooong time . That and having aright on leftie dad who took me on cnd marches

I think mine involved finding the little one from Duran Duran and shagging him. John Taylor? Or Nick something? God I was fickle...
The other one was boiling an egg. Which caused me problems as I only like hard boiled eggs. Add a bit daft to fickle....

My mum was planning to drive us to my nan's because she lived in a terrace which was better in a blast. There were (at least) two major flaws with this plan:

1. We live two hours away from Nan, NOT 2 minutes.

2. Nan lives about thirty minutes from London. We lived 2 1/2 hours away - therefore she was planning to drive us towards the major target.

It would work ok if the world was going to end in an hour and a half though. Everything's fine it's almost as good as it could be.

when I was studying for my GCSE I remember reading in one of the history books about the potential fallout from a nuclear bomb. I calculated that my home was just far enough from the town centre not to be vapourized immediately. Used to frighten the life out of me - never sure if it were better to be in the immediate zone or not.

I think Adrian Mitchell wrote a poem about that, CD.

The 4 min atomic shag plan, i mean.

.....my plans for the four minute warning involved the following:

1. Listen to 'Atmosphere' by Joy Division

1. Ensure my 'Bunnyman' barnet was coiffed to its full glory

1. Don my 'Unknown Pleasures' T shirt, and swathe myself in Oxfam heavy raincoat

1. Ostentatiously read Sylvia Plath in a vain attempt to impress pale, wraith like girls.

....no different from what I did for most of the 80s, then....

ks is that you?

lol..we had a basement and mum had it stocked with cans for a while..

Didn't have a plan. There didn't seem much point for a measly four minutes.

I didn't have a plan (wasn't old enough to imagine shagging the Duran, altho only by a couple of years) but was terrified by the prospect. God knows where we would try and evacuate to now; we live right on the outskirts of Leeds so might try to leg it out to the countryside?

Ranting at my mother for having voted Tory while simultaneously snogging Anthony Mahoney (I too was not quite old enough to do the deed just because it was armageddon, tribpot).