Bloke at Glastonbury got me to sign up - have a look at his site and sign teh petition if you agree with him; 

Let's Talk, Gordon is a new campaign urging the Prime Minister to make a televised address the the nation on climate change.  An address would send a strong message to the country about the challenge we all face and could be used to start a national debate about how we can work together to respond.  
The campaign aims to get 10,000 people to sign up an online petition supporting the idea of an address and then to launch a media campaign to make sure the message is heard.  To help us, please visit our website (www.letstalkgordon.org.uk) to sign the petition and then forward this email on to all your friends and family.

Cheers!

I went back to the beach at Lynmouth today, for the first time since the accident. I drove down on my own leaving the road map at home, I’m not sure if I did that on purpose or in haste and absent mindedness, maybe hoping to get lost on the way or breakdown perhaps and have to head back home. I never filled up with petrol either, I think that was because my mind was elsewhere. Anyway, I did not get lost and I did not run out of fuel or crash on the M4. I remembered the roads, the exact same ones we took 15 years ago; B roads, country lanes through fields and Launa Doone country. I had never read the book, though you had and that’s why we came. If you had not read that book (during your O-levels? I forget...) then we might have gone somewhere else for the weekend, Bournemouth again, or Norfolk, to my parents. Somewhere familiar, somewhere safe for children.

Even in the rain it all looks the same; the buildings still shabby, the gulls as menacing and large as ever, the waves betray the pull and the undertow. There were children on the beach near the train, I thought for a moment… but of course they would be 15 years too young. I could not see their parents or anyone watching out for them. I wanted to find them and shout at them and give them all the details of everything that can happen, but I didn’t move, I was stuck holding onto the concrete sea wall and felt my vertigo returning. You would laugh if you knew that I now live on the 15^th floor of a block of flats. You would tease me that I was focusing upon a single fear over all others thinking that if I could correct that fear then I would somehow overcome all of them.

I do not suffer vertigo in the flat anyway, I have no balcony and little reason to stare downwards out of the window at the rusting play area or recycling bins below. I can look out north or west across the river to docklands, the gherkin, the wheel, canary wharf and into the lives of the next tower along. I miss our garden, though it was barely 10 foot square, it was nice to have somewhere safe outside. There were stinging nettle though, you planted them, actually planted stinging nettles, to encourage butterflies of which we would get one or two each year. Nettles aren’t dangerous are they? You would say that they sting, obviously, but that was all. Is that true? I wasn’t sure if they could be bad for asthma or other allergies, probably they encourage hay-fever.

I suffered vertigo on the sea wall, even when I saw that the absent parents were actually walking around the corner of the cliff path only behind their children it took me a minute or two before I could move. I walked past them, we said afternoon and quickly joked about the weather –‘BBC said sunshine all day of course!’ – before I walked where they had come from trying to mentally calculate how long their field of vision would have been obstructed. There was a fishing boat in the channel, would they have stopped to watch it? Would they have become lost in each other, staring out at the flashing green and red lights thinking which might lie on the south Wales coast? They would have stopped, held each other for warmth and love, out of sight of the kids to share a moment alone, a small moment, a minute, two or three, they would be taken back to when they were younger, first dating maybe, a first walk along the coast, lost in memory, lost in themselves.

David Davis’ decision to resign his Haltemprice and Howden seat is in protest at the Governments pushing ahead with allowing suspects to be held for 42 days without trial. He is publicly stating that his unconventional decision s a protest against New Labour policy. Really?

Yes, Davis is a staunch opponent of the proposed legislation, rightly so, and I support him wholeheartedly in this, but resigning his seat and then winning in back will not prove a point to Labour or to the voters of his constituency or the country. Davis will win the by-election by a large majority, he has spoken to the Lib Dems, currently second place, and they have an agreement that they will not field a candidate. Labour will be forced to field a candidate, who will be given meagre support, who will not be expected to win or even come close; Labour were 16,688 votes behind the Tory’s at the last general election, they will do even worse this time.

Make no mistake, this is a swipe at David Cameron and his decision that a future Tory government would not reduce or repel the 42 day detention. Hi s timing is impeccable; the Conservatives are strong and undivided and can not afford to look anything but. Therefore the party has (in private, grudgingly) appeared united in its praise for Davis, though they can not officially financially back his re-election bid, they have no choice in the matter because to do otherwise would cause panic. They look calm(ish) and declare that Davis is a hero because he has public support and more importantly, he has the Tory party over a barrel here; they now have to be seen to oppose the 42 days and signal that a future Tory party will change this if/when in government.

Davis gets his way on this matter of principal, his public profile is boosted, his party are shown that he has strength, support and political savvy and he gets to put the boot into Labour in the by-election. Clever bloke.

Oh - not used 20six for a while now - no loving the new look...

That was sound advice that held me in good stead
When dealing with the opposite sex you said
Don’t be so hard upon yourself; you’re far from bad looking
People aren’t that shallow anyway, have more faith in them
If anything it’s your personality that’s the turn off
Don’t try and be yourself, you can only fail
Try being something you’re not and eventually
You may become that better person
And wear smart shoes

Fox asks if we can come up with any decent (OK, any) lyrics for the new bond song - he is having trouble finding rhymes for Quantum of Solace y'see.

Thisisalloneword steps up and Mildew & Fox approve;

...Getting there - its got a Gilbert and Sullivan hop to it;

I am an evil genius, no one in the world can deny

My despicability, it know no bounds and I have a disturbingly manky eye

And a fetish for polished silver or something

And a friend or relation who was killed by a spy

Some back story that awkwardly explains away

My desire to see vast swaths of innocents die.

Quantum, quantum of solace, nobody knows what it means

Want some, clue what it all is? Well its part of my dastardly schemes.

I intend to cross killer sharks with quarks

To mould miniscule fish – all electrically charged

Using science and stuff I shall have them enlarged

And they'll blast you to smithereens

With some awesome head planted laser gun beams.