So Obama is going to the end of the Copenhagen not the beginning, or is the beginning and the end? Not sure but what’s your view of the best time to be at a meeting. I always recon its all the way through if it important. I am not that familiar with the way these COP’s work but I suspect there are endless meetings inside meetings, at the side of meetings and over the top of meetings. Heaven help anybody you actually attends as they could end in the wrong place. I am sure that is what happened to “W” at the talks he attended. The bar is always a big draw. Incidentally has George W Bush created his own super élite club for those who are universally recognised, not just by there Christian names, but by just one letter?
I got in a black cab this week and asked for City Hall, the cabbie asked
“Which one?”
“Boris’s house.”
“Right you are”
10 minutes latter we were at the right place. Opps I used a cab not public transport, sorry but I was late and it was raining. Life just gets in the way some times.
That is my point, it was in the last blog and it will be until someone gets the message. Sadly the first serious Politian to actually talk realistically about incentivising people to change has been the man Cameron. The Greens, who you would have thought might have been leaders in this matter are stubbornly sticking to their fascist big stick approach of legislation and regulation.
Today the Tories were trying to convince anyone listening that the best way was to hand over predicted savings to householders once an energy saving installation was commissioned rather than leave us to benefit from the savings in our time. I can see lots of people signing up to that but the opportunity for fraud is enormous. Credibility is vital in this sort of thing, the leaked e-mails from UEA have dented the scientific consensus, hopefully a flesh wound and not fatal.
Back to my point if we are to see the much need change take place in our day to day life we need to make it easy and better still fun. Climate change is fun as fun! That should put the Daily Mail, Telegraph and Lord Lawson on the back foot.
On the much loved subject of the ranting Daily Fail can I point you all to http://tinyurl.com/yaaexgf for a very un-Fail outing of Cameron Uber De-Toff, Richard Grosvenor Plunkett-Ernle-Erle-Drax. If there was ever a made up name (badly) that has to be it, but its real!!!. The overwhelming image in my mind is of a sinister, drunken highwayman plotting world domination or the mugging of Horace Walpole, from a hi-tech lair buried in a volcano. Or have I been watching to many movies.
Dicky Drax to his mates, which include “just call me Dave”, appears to be a former Guardsmen and BBC Journo who now occupies himself looking after his Dorset Estate.
He is the PPC for Dorset South which according to the Fail is an ultra marginal and he is shoe in. Dorset South is the constituency of Employment Minister Jim Knight who increased his majority from a super thin 153 to a more comfortable 1,812. Helped in some part by the Pm launching the election in Weymouth and some very hard working election staff who really did get the vote out.
Jim has done a fantastic job for Dorset as well as serving as a minister for most of the past 4 years. I doubt very much if Drax will be able to do any better. South Dorset stick to the man you know with one the best records in the Commons. Stick with Jim.
Moving on the sounder ground can I point you all to The Carbon Army. BTCV are running 3,000 days of positive carbon action. Go to http://www2.btcv.org.uk/display/carbonarmy_signup and sign up. It’s probable the best thing you will do that doesn’t need any carbon. BTCV is very close to my heart as above all they deliver in their promises to change peoples lives. If only more promisers could claim that.
I have spent a hour this evening in the company of the BBC’s Life offering in HD. If anything convinces the viewer that we live in an amazing world it’s the sight of 250,000 spider crabs marching to the reef where they will sped their shells and grow a new one. Its an annual migration that is reminiscent of the H.G Wells’s tripods in War of the Worlds as they march across the floor of the pacific and then, after new shells have grown, they march back through a battlefield of discarded bodies and legs. Almost Spartan in its pathos.
To return to our opening hero president Obama for a fleeting final thought. The best party conversations are always in the kitchens so head for the food prep area, behave like a gown up, emboldened by some cheap Chardonnay and promise the earth.
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