A booklet issued, some 50 years ago. It can be found in scanned form lurking behind this roughly hewn and generally poor quality Link
Most telling, is how much the practical advice tends to focus on fallout and the other after-effects of nuclear weapons themselves and cattle and shit, rhather than what to do when a nuclear bomb drops upon you (Flash, Fry, Bang, Bye). There's a lot of information on dealling with fallout, looking after livestock, and a little on rescuing people from burning houses incase the Soviets missed and incinerated Ballydung instead of Bermingham.
Most telling, is how much the practical advice tends to focus on fallout and the other after-effects of nuclear weapons themselves and cattle and shit, rhather than what to do when a nuclear bomb drops upon you (Flash, Fry, Bang, Bye). There's a lot of information on dealling with fallout, looking after livestock, and a little on rescuing people from burning houses incase the Soviets missed and incinerated Ballydung instead of Bermingham.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.