I'm off enjoying the delights of the Edinburgh Fringe, including the excellent 3000 Trees, so you'll have to wait until the weekend for any new material!
To tide you over, since fracking is back in the news with Fergus Ewing opposing (for all that'll be worth) the removal of your right to object to rich bastards blowing up your back garden, here's another piece from the back catalogue, written in December 2012. It's a bit indyref lite, I'm afraid, but I was living in leafy Berkshire at the time, so I knew nothing about anything.
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As the 2011 census officially proved, in the North the
weather is always filthy, no-one can understand a word people are saying and
the guacamole tastes alarmingly of peas. This is excellent news for the
Government, which can now proceed with its proposals to blow Lancashire up.
Lib Dem Energy and Climate Secretary Ed Davey’s reversal
today of the ban on shale gas “fracking” was based on two principles. Firstly,
he’d spent the last few weeks tied up in a lonely Westminster toilet cubicle
being kneed in the groin by his Tory colleagues. Secondly, according to a
hastily-commissioned report, fracking had indeed caused a couple of earth
tremors in Blackpool, but it had been an accident and, for God’s sake, it was
only Blackpool.
As you’d expect from his demeanour, that of a man swimming
in shark-infested waters without wearing any trunks, Ed is a cautious soul. He
therefore announced that there would be “strict seismic controls”. If any
future fracking activity produces a tremor, the men will knock off for a fag
break and dispatch an ice-cream van round the district to appease everyone with
jolly tunes and 99s. If, upon resumption, the ground continues to shake, the
Government will blame it on an obesity epidemic caused by too many ice-creams.
If there are any fatalities, fatuous whitewash inquiries have already been
pencilled in for 2019, 2026 and 2033.
There’s little consensus on the effects of fracking, largely
because the conversation is being conducted by vested interests, two feet
apart, yelling into megaphones. Does it pollute the air and cause headaches and
breathing difficulties? Maybe, but so does Jeremy Hunt, whose smirking gob seems immune to even the strongest dose of Ibuprofen. Does it contaminate drinking
water? Well, not directly, but perhaps methane naturally present in the rock “finds
its way” into water supplies because of vibrations during drilling. Boil it for
a week and sieve it through a pair of tights and you’ll probably be all right.
Fracking has been established for decades in the USA, in
wide open spaces where, apart from one or two isolated cults awaiting
Armageddon in armoured compounds, few people live. Just as well, since the big
insurance companies would rather dig out their intestines with a spoon than offer cover
to locals. Will UK insurers adopt a more benign attitude when Mrs McDonald’s
B&B on the seafront at Crail collapses in a heap? I’d like to convince you, but you may be
enjoying a cup of tea, and if you laugh too much you may accidentally squirt it
out of your nose.
One benefit of fracking US-style is that it appears to have
brought domestic energy bills down. Naturally, the UK energy industry regards
this as shocking negligence on the Americans’ part, and has sweated blood to ensure
it can never happen here. As statutory underpinning, look out in the near
future for a law that, if your supplier can’t put up prices annually by at
least twice the rate of inflation, meter readers will be allowed to rob you at
gunpoint, household wiring will have to be made of spaghetti and the only
permitted lightbulbs will be in the shape of a pair of testicles.
American fracking installations ain’t pretty, even after
you’ve got high by drinking the contaminated local water, so what about the
problem of industrial scarring over here? Thankfully, comprehensive surveys
have revealed that no-one in the South East actually gives a toss, so the
political heat is off. Isle of Man residents have indicated that they may feel
compelled to rip out their own eyes rather than gaze on the horror of England's
North West coastline, but they have lots of money and can surely afford to
erect a giant screen all along their eastern shore, with pictures of flowers
and bunny rabbits.
Will today’s announcement affect the chances of the UK
meeting its carbon emission targets? Of course not, because when you start out
at “nil” there’s nowhere further to go. But I do think the targets have now got
to the stage where they deserve their own special soundtrack. Anyone able to lay
hands on an old 78 recording of The Laughing Policeman?
In the end, it’s about injecting oomph into the economy as
well as sand, water and chemicals into a chunk of rock. If fracking is allowed
to flourish, first in the North West, then in Wales, Scotland and Northern
Ireland, think of all the engineers who will flood across from Eastern Europe
to knock the stuffing out of the landscape! After a hard day at the well-face,
they’ll flock to whatever local pubs are still in business and carouse the night
away. Across the nation, that represents an opportunity to employ at least two
or three extra minimum-wage bar staff, and maybe even an extra cleaner. Perhaps
we have to destroy Austerity Britain in order to save it.
There are, of course, sizeable shale gas deposits underneath
parts of the Home Counties as well. However, there’s little prospect of things
shortly shaking in Surrey, or crumbling in Kent. Reckless, blinkered and
slightly vindictive the Government may be, but they aren’t bloody stupid.
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