Wind farms – crazy!

We briefly touched on this debate a while ago when I confessed to not knowing much about it apart from liking the idea in principle. Several enlightened charioteers guided me gently into the font of knowledge and as such I have been looking out for similar stuff in my occasional BBC dippings.

Found this yesterday…..BBC LINK…. what a mad world we live in! Can’t even blame the government for this one!

Meanwhile I saw an interesting episode of “Coast” last week where they went to a natural gas field processing plant in Norway where up to 30% of the Uk’s gas is supplied, but only for the next 40 years before it runs out. It seem the Norwegians don’t need any of it because they have so much hydro-electric power. Good on them I say, but why doesn’t the UK use it too?

Mrs C, who always has a slightly different view of the world as she hates all politics with small p and capital P said – can’t we just lower the amount of electricity we use and find more efficient ways of using it?

Well, probably, but not in the Highlands it seems!

I do tend to turn off things when not using them, but to save me cash not to save the planet! But I do frown heavily and disapprove of stupid things, and this story struck me as a classic example of stupidity!

Author’s note: I am neither pro or anti wind farms, have no agenda nor mean to cause any offence with this blog. I am not a AGW activist, I am not trying to provoke or influence!

Perhaps I am beginning to understand …

Impelled by Sheona’s post and the recent heated exchanges, I have been researching this “Monarchist/Republican” thing in your UK media, and there is little doubt that the blogging fraternity in the UK has gone completely bonkers.

Now, before you all start attacking me, or flouncing from the Chariot in high dudgeon, just take a deep breath and listen to dear old Daddy Bear.

In Australia, the Republican debate is merely a debate.   Nobody gets particularly heated about it, or insults those with a different view or submits hysterical diatribes to the MSM.   It’s something that needs to be sorted, sure, but it’s nothing to have a war over.   I’m sure Donald will back me up on this.

Quite obviously this is not the case in the UK.   Tempers are high, claws are out – the subject is being treated with – as I remarked before – religious fervour.   No prisoners are being taken, there are no calm and dispassionate analyses, only the feral screaming of two opposing mobs in a lunatic asylum.   No wonder Ferret, Sheona and Bravo have attacked Cuprum and Julie with such uncharacteristic acerbity – it’s what you’re all doing in the UK.   You have been stirred up by rabble-rousers to such an extent that you can’t tell your arse from your elbow.

So here’s some advice.   Keep firmly in mind that the Chariot is a civilised Australian site.   We don’t lose our rags over something as trivial as a constitutional monarchy or its possible republican replacement.   Personally I couldn’t give a stuff about whichever side of the divide you’re on, but the descent of the Chariot into a poor imitation of MyT is greatly deplored, particularly when the offenders are those who normally – when the red haze hasn’t descended on them – are some of the most interesting and thoughtful contributors.

Go sit down in a darkened room with a nice cup of tea and a biccy, and don’t come out until you’ve calmed down, children.

Thank you, Daniel Hannan

This is Daniel Hannan’s post on the DT staff blogs.

The past three days must have been miserable for republicans. They have watched vast crowds cheering the institution they oppose because of an event which, strictly speaking, has nothing whatever to do with the pros and cons of monarchy. Yet to say as much is to invite accusations of scorning young love, mocking your country and despising its people. Continue reading “Thank you, Daniel Hannan”

Patience!

A woman in a supermarket is following a grandfather and his badly behaved 3 year-old grandson.   It’s obvious to her that he has his hands full with the child screaming for sweets in the sweet aisle, biscuits in the biscuit aisle; and for fruit, cereal and pop in the other aisles.   Meanwhile, Granddad is working his way around, saying in a controlled voice, “Easy, William, we won’t be long . . . easy, boy.” Continue reading “Patience!”

Party’s over – pictures please!

Wild dagga

The party’s over, and what a great bash it was.

As you all awake this morning, it’s my job to remind you that the photo comp for April will be closing shortly.

Christopher requested a small extension to the deadline due to a holiday weekend in his part of the world, I very kindly agreed and feel that what is good for one has to be good for all, the deadline has therefore been extended by a day or two to May 2nd.

Remember the rules? There aren’t any!

This months theme

Let’s Go Wild!

Wild parties, wild hairstyles, in the wild, wild relations, wild flowers you get the idea over to you.

No One Does It Better

We only put it on to watch the News…

I suppose I shouldn’t say who sat and watched it all the way through, who, like me knew every hymn, and was pleased to note that at least some part of it was in ‘Proper’ English? No I’m not going to say who …. 🙂

Great Pageantry and excellent organisation. And to those who begrudged a few pounds on the event – it was wonderful to see so many Brits being – well British.