Furry Man Traps, England’s Most Nefarious Foe

Apparently, England in the 70s was just about the safest place on earth seeing as they were producing PSA’s that weren’t about some terrible disease, or violence, or domestic abuse, or pollution, but rather, the dangers of keeping your home too clean.

Of the many obscure dangers in our world, Brittan chose slipping on a rug that sits on a freshly polished floor as one of the most pressing issues of the day. This can only mean that at the time England was experiencing a time of great joy and merriment. Puppies were handed out daily, and hugs were given freely by certified, government employed huggers – people that knew just the right about of pressure to exert so you didn’t feel overwhelmed, but didn’t feel like the hugger was just going through the motions.

Guns fired kisses and there were many government run candy dispensers. If you were a living, breathing human, you got candy for free and when a gun was pointed to your head by a ruffian, you were left not with a gaping hole in our head, but with a sense of belonging. Of acceptance. Of love.

Yes, England in the 70 was a wonderful time, and the only thing that was to be feared were rugs — rugs on floors so bright and shiny that their radiance infected the soul with a euphoric happiness that refused to leave. A great happiness indeed, but at what cost? At what cost…