Everybody Likes To Talk About Being Green.

I had afternoon tea in Carlton, on Thursday afternoon. Afterwards, I walked home, the sun was shining, it was a glorious day. As I walked down Faraday Street, I counted 14 black, BMW, Mercedes or Range Rover 4WDs. It isn't that far down Faraday Street to Nicholson Street, I stopped counting at 14. It made me think, we are never going to survive, as Carlton is one of those suburbs where the smart and socially aware, allegedly, live. Apart from the fact of the petrol consumption of these beasts, nobody needs a one hundred and something thousand dollar car when half the world is starving.

When I got home, just as it happened, there was a guy at the door selling a power company alternative to the one I use. The fact that he was a good looking, out going young man had nothing to do with it, I swear. When he told me how much cheaper per unit, good old fashioned brown coal power is compared to my green, renewable sourced power, I thought, fuck it, clearly, judging by the cars in Carlton, nobody else gives a toss, so why should I be paying a premium price for electricity and, nobody can explain to me quite why, gas, so I changed back.