Going Green
| Jul 2010 Windmills at dawn “ Are you going to write about the windmills?” “ Which ones?” “ The ones that no one wants,” says Carbonlite, thrusting a recent copy of Burton News on top of my porridge. He’ s underlined a paragraph about a pressure group objecting to the proposed wind-farm the other side of Hutton Roof. “ No I’ m not going to write about those windmills.” “ Why not?” “ Because no one wants them. Well obviously we might. But no one else does. Writing about them will just annoy people. And I might get lynched on the way to the butchers.” “ You might get lunched on the way to the Butchers? Surely that’ s a good thing?” “ Lynched, not lunched.” “ You’ re not much of an eco warrior are you?” “ I’ m worrier not warrior. I told you that.” “ So aren’ t you worried about this campaign against the windmills?” “ No. I worry about the cost of nuclear solutions to a future energy crisis being beyond the resources of our government. I worry about how we’ re going to generate alternative energy in the future if we don’ t plan for it now. I worry about those pathetic birds covered in oil after that disastrous BP oil rig spill. I worry that there won’ t be a Lake District left to spoil by the windmills once global warming has done all its flood damage. And on a completely unrelated matter I worry about ants getting into the children’ s lunchbox like they did yesterday. So I’ m not going to worry about those windmills. There’ s plenty of people busy doing that already.” “ And you’ re not going to write about them.” “ No. I’ m not. Well, maybe...” |
