One of the most prominent members of the Inuit community, Aqqaluk Lynge pleaded for an end to the expansion of Stansted Airport back in May 2006. His testimony, along with several other Innuit Elders, revealed how 5,000 years of living in the Arctic was being compromised by Global Warming.
People are dying as their world is thawing around them. They truly are skating on thin ice.
Bears are compromised. Good old Sarah Palin shrugs off the threat of their extinction by ingenuously declaring;
‘Oh! They’re okay they’ll adapt to living on the land.’
It’s a pity she hasn’t.
Our Government, that I voted in, are happily giving BAA the go ahead to extend the airport so that 35 million more of us will be taking to the skies adding to the problem.
Just when will they listen.
Protestors protest, and yet nothing is done.
Activists act and yet nothing is done.
Fighters fight and still nothing is done.
At what point will those smug bustards in Whitehall listen to the people.
Kitty, phoned LBC from a village near Heathrow. Dear Kitty, who in December faces being removed from her house for a third runway.
Kitty is elderly and disabled she does not want to move to ‘Yorkshire or Cornwall, I like it here.’ she said distressed. ‘This is my home.’
I sit in my little studio talking about Stansted and I hope, in some small way, I am having an affect.
What do you think about it? I should like to hear your views.
Surely it cannot go on that those damn men in their grey suits get their way all the time. I’m all of a dither because of it.
So ofadither I had to make myself some Rooibosh tea, with two slices of spelt bread toast. God if I don’t sound like a tree-hugging hippie Terry Wogan hasn’t kissed the Blarney stone.
It’s not just Stansted that has fired me up, today I learnt that Rob the agent runs to music. He has always done so. He even tells me that Nike has music to run to. I was agog with excitement.
The half Marathon RUN TO THE BEAT had 16 bands playing alongside the runners. 13.1 miles of rhythm.
So I phoned the old git and told him to go to our bedroom and on the little BETHANY chair that Frisby gave us when she was born there is a green, white and red handbag my electrical treasure trove.
It contains all my electrical apparatus. I say ALL my electrical stuff, my stash of technology is; an Ipod, two free speakers from Asda a CD player that doesn’t work and some dollars from my last trip to America. – worthless now no doubt..
But I intend to make myself a play list of runnable toons. Toons that will up my heart rate, lower my cholesterol, heighten my passion and increase my tolerance.
All being well after a few runs with my very own top ten I’ll be able to up the tempo in time for LBC’s move to Leicester Square.
OH! Yes! It’s going to be all West End Central from December.
Coffee in Soho.
Lunch in Covent garden
Dinner in China Town
And not an air mile in sight.
Talk to me about Stansted I need to know your opinions