OK, I've finished my yoga session, there's a whale pod on my I-pod and the valium's kicking in nicely. I think I may be ready to have another look at the Motor Show Survival Guide's take on 'Going Green'.
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28 July 2006 at 8:00am -
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Today I picked up a free copy of the British International Motor Show Survival Guide. How to survive the motor show. Many of you may be thinking this is typical macho petrolhead bullshit, but the motor show is a pretty hostile environment. It's extraordinarily hot, for a start, and it's not exactly a vegetarian's paradise.
Firstly, I'd like to respond to some of my critics. I really wanted to respond to John, who posted a comment on Day Two claiming that 'the total amount of contibution of greehouse gas emisions for the entire transport sector is about 2%', but some chap called Vincent got there before me.
Greenpeace activists warn commuters about a nuclear waste train passing through Kensington Olympia
End of the line for nuclear transports
Megaphone mania has hit stations around London as Greenpeace activists took to giant megaphones to alert commuters to the hidden hazard in their midst: terror targets on wheels.
After a sustained period of whinging, it's time to have a look at some of the good things on display at the motor show. Whilst most car journeys really ought to be by foot, cycle or public transport, there will be a place for private motor vehicles for quite a while yet, and if you look hard enough, the show has some useful ideas for how we can keep driving in a non-Kamikaze fashion.
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25 July 2006 at 8:00am -
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In an historic deal that has impacts far beyond the golden arches and into the global agricultural market, McDonald's is now the leading company in the campaign to halt deforestation for the expansion of soya farming in the Amazon.
I haven't checked whether it was another record breaker, but today was bloody hot. Feeling somewhat grubby when I arrived at the motor show, I decided to take a stroll over to the Galaxy First Class Lounge to pay a visit to my barber, Amir Dastgir.
Amir is a First Class barber, it's written all over his face in the shape of a beard designed by Euclid and laser sculpted by NASA. So precisely defined it's got a ten page entry in the OED, so sharp it cuts itself. I relax into the reclining chair, gazing up at the racing car nailed twenty feet up on the wall, and within minutes the only discernable difference between my head and a baby's bottom is a pair of eyebrows.
I haven't checked whether it was another record breaker, but today was bloody hot. Feeling somewhat grubby when I arrived at the motor show, I decided to take a stroll over to the Galaxy First Class Lounge to pay a visit to my barber, Amir Dastgir. 
