Part of the Climate Clinic blog
We stuck a snapper outside Manchester airport on Sunday, wondering if we'd catch any of our oh-so-green politicians letting the plane take the strain. When a silver Merc pulled up outside Arrivals and Jeeves stepped out, our guy asked if he was waiting for a big cheese. 'Er, can't say mate.' So who came waltzing out of the terminal?
Oh Mandy, who knew that you flew here from London?
And Pete, what kind of gent are you, letting your young aide lug all the gear? Having a bag-carrier, it's all a bit Old Labour isn't it? All a bit beer and sandwiches. I thought The Project was all about personal responsibility and a culture of respect. Hmmm...
I asked our friends at the Climate Gym how much carbon Mandy unnecessarily catapulted into the atmosphere yesterday. Part of the Climate Clinic being held at each of the big three party conferences this year, the Climate Gym will work out your own carbon footprint. The guys there tell me a return flight in northern Europe emits about 0.8 tonnes of carbon, while the train is about 10 times less carbon-intensive. The threat from aviation is so great that a vicar shut down East Midlands airport yesterday by scaling a fence and holding a service on the taxiway (no kidding).
Pete, it's time you went to confession. Didn't Tony tell you climate change was the greatest threat we face? Or were you more concerned by the threat of having to rough it with a few Labour members?
Oh Mandy...
