frogblog

Going to your first Green Party conference is an education experience for anyone. I, for one, learnt that frogs stick out like, umm, a sore thumb among humans. Anyway, the Listener this week has a very amusing column by Paul Maunder, a conference virgin until this Queen’s Birthday weekend. In part, he writes:

Hard to have a fag, though. That’d be like being a suicide bomber, so I tried to get through on gum. But there’s nowhere to spit it out. There’s this notice: if you can’t recycle, take it away with you. I swallowed it…

This bloke’s headed this millennium state of the environment thing and he reckons since 1950 we’ve added a couple of billion people, cleared more land than in the whole of the 19th century, used up 90 percent of the fish stock, degraded 60 percent of the natural resources, got rid of a few thousand species, made areas of the planet dead, and we’re in for a fair few crises: economic, disease, weather - you name it…

Time to go to bed, surrounded by the ancestors. Slept all right and next morning I braved the muesli. The bread had more nuts than a monkey’s birthday party and even the Vegemite was organic. I felt pretty healthy after that.

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