Just a thought (air quality/pollution) – as all supermarket home
delivery vehicles run quite light distances, and never far from base before returning – why are not every single one of them electric?
George Monbiot penned a beautifully researched piece << here >> about this.
And further – now the supermarkets have got back into the high street (Tesco express, Sainsburys local etc) we are seeing enormous trucks arrive to re-stock them – how is this progress? Surely out-of-town distribution points should be where the big trucks go no further, then much smaller electric trucks complete the job?
I mean, are we serious about this or not?
You could go further – Taxis, in other words – those that merely
poodle around town all day – electric – why not?
I guess the time will come, no doubt the death rate isn’t high enough yet.
I’m usually up around 6am most mornings, and this morning’s rainy Sunday was no exception. The radio is exceptionally easy on the ear at this time on a Sunday.
. . . . and next up is the News and papers – so is this where I learn the astonishing news that forms the title of this posting?
It’s the water trickles though the dirt of the van next door.
It’s the SHAPE isn’t it?
“The Gods have spoken to me!” I thought, and ran away to get Klicky McKlickface . . . (my Camera, no idea – it just seemed funny when I said it the first time).
Risking the sheer acid spitting hell & fury of a partner who likes to sleep in on Sundays (or any bloody day if she didn’t work), I charge into the bedroom and fire-up Big-Bogey (the PC – I dunno, it just seemed funny at the time), Firefox, Google, and the Maps pages – understandably in that order.
PhotoShop is next: tracing the photo of the van, squeezing the layer across onto a map of europe –
something’s wrong though – it doesn’t fit.
Germany I know, Italy I know – but there’s a knob – a KNOB sitting out there to the West.
Going as well? – unbelievable.
So there you have it. Incontrovertible proof from the Gods themselves, the new shape of Europe.
You heard it here first.
“Rich western countries are now siphoning up the planet’s resources and destroying its ecosystems at an unprecedented rate,” said biologist Paul Ehrlich, of Stanford University in California. “We want to build highways across the Serengeti to get more rare earth minerals for our cellphones. We grab all the fish from the sea, wreck the coral reefs and put carbon dioxide into the atmosphere. We have triggered a major extinction event.
Link for full text here (Guardian)
Just idling here . . . . I wonder where all those fashionable pretend biker ladies black leather jackets are now?
Everywhere weren’t they? Even that couple of blimmey-we-were-off-focus-but-thanks-to-baking-we’re-back-in-vogue couple could be seen, er . . . squeezing into the things for interviews, or to regale us with their hilarious personnas.
Most of them at the bottom of wardrobes I guess, next stop Landfill.
Watching channel 4’s coverage of President Trumps press outing tonight, they descibe his performance as “rambling”.
Funny that, as one of the subjects Trump aired was the media themselves – how they twist, lie, dramatise trivia, eulogize trivia and trivial people – just as they do, daily, here in the UK.
Don’t get me wrong – I’m as concerned as the next man about Mr Trump – but you get his point don’t you? A far fairer assessment of his style today might have read “conversational”. I guess that’s not dramatic enough.
Intense sadness in the marketing world as the olde worlde “as you do” and “my bad” – together with the “ffwwwoooosh sound, (coupled with hand showing something just said went “clean over their head”) showing rapid ageing signs.
Even “bring it on” as touted by the Tesco Christmas TV advert – a mere five weeks ago is already looking a bit frayed round the edges, and “get in” – positively pedestrian, despite the pull of its ‘Almost American’ undertones.
“It’s reet bugger getting a handle on just what the dudes are saying these days, man” – complained Tristan Haarwelle, corporate head of Aspirational Music and Heart-tugging images‘ at Weller, Weller and Spin – despite such items as the teeth-grindingly cringe-making “to be fair” gaining ground nationally.
“If fings get much worse, we’ll be playing the sound of American attack helicopters over every blasted advert, just to shock the buggers into buying” he added – “seems to work in the movies don’t it?”
For me, it started with glee – Mrs May gets to be the first head of state to meet Trumpy-babes. She’s champing at the bit, looking for some success amid the endless commenting and planning for Brexit.
Planning which, in essence – is just wishes, as twenty-seven other member states (many of them run far more fairly, far more cleverly than us in the UK) effectively decide our fate.
Then the demonstrations start – and at home Mr Corbyn (for once) comes out with the one thing he needed to – bang on focus, bang on time – “Donald Trump should not be welcomed to Britain while he abuses our shared values with his shameful Muslim ban and attacks on refugees’ and women’s rights.” – and as the weekend news reels juxtaposition each item to suit the organisation’s needs or creeds, the mess spreads.
Of course, it’s a mess that is a few years old – coming to, or starting to show itself through popularism, and a lot of that based on what headlines a few rags decide to run – truth or not.
But it’s dangerous stuff. The seeds of change without the first idea of what to replace it with.
And without that, it’s back to neo-liberalism, just for the sake of stability.