Be The Jam

The good thing about being back in Bligty, well one of the many good things, is the access to news coverage. Somewhere on the way to foreign the arial broke off my shortwave radio so I had no access to the BBC, newspapers, tended to be days out of date, irregular and off the type that is more interested in Britney Spears hair cut than actual news. I have been catching up on things over the past few days; cash for peerages? You couldn't make that up. Oxford on Sea, did you read about that? Apparently if global warming isn't brought into check Oxford could end up as a sea side city! I'm in Oxford at the moment, it is a lovely sunny day and I must admit a walk along the sea shore would be quite nice right now but I would much rather go to the sea than have it come to me. Apparently if all goes wrong the Mediterranean is going to become uninhabitable and most of the human race will be forced to eek out an existence hunting and gathering about the polar regions. It strikes me then that the need for stupid ventures such as "living in the jungle for a year to raise money to protect the rainforest from destruction" has become even more pressing. Both from a global and personal perspective, from a global perspective every little helps and so we should all do whatever we can; from a personal perspective if things are going to go horribly wrong getting a head start on the whole living off the land thing might well be a good idea. I could spend a year in the Amazon learning how to live off the land before swinging north, via Sweden to pick up some Totty to drag back to my cave. Sounds good.

Hooray I'm but a spittoon away from being one of them survivalist nutters.

The end is neigh.

Water polo ponies are better adapted to the threat of rising sea levels than your regular horse.