Hello Folks
I’ve decided to write a blog for those nice people at Greenpeace Norwich to jabber on about my interest in all matters green. When I say all matters green, I don’t mean cabbages, unless it’s genetically modified cabbages, or climate change deniers. I’m sure there’s probably some kind of green involved there too! In any case, I intend to compile a variety of interesting and entertaining articles on a range of environmental topics, vaguely connected to Norfolk, sprinkled with a dusting of light humour to chivvy along the proceedings, or possibly chive along the proceedings, depending on how the mood takes me. It will be a bit like my own version of Springwatch, but on a much smaller scale, so more like Springonionwatch, perhaps.
I plan to highlight some local issues, such as the Norwich Northern Bypass, the Kings Lynn Incinerator, GM developments at the John Innes Centre, Offshore Wind Farms, consider the impact of UEA’s Climategate, as well as write about the wildlife that I’ve enjoyed encountering in the local area, what with Norfolk being an area of outstanding natural beauty, apart from some of the more dubious locals, perhaps.
I may also bring news of Norfolk’s foremost environmental superhero, Blake Kestrel, and his latest escapades. As we all know, Blake is a hooded, unknown figure who enforces The Country Code in the face of his arch nemeses Unattended Campfire Boy, the heinous Leaving Gates Open Woman, and the hideous Sheep Worrier. The last we heard, Blake had a rampant battle with the Sheep Worrier, he was undercover wearing a baalaclava. It turns out that the Sheep Worrier was erasing the poor creatures memories, giving them lambnesia. He was then imprinting electronic chips under their skin, or as they’re otherwise known, baacodes. This led to a fair bit of woolly thinking, but Blake Kestrel swooped to the rescue, rammed him in the chops, and left him lambenting the day he was born. Hoorah! More ewes to follow.
To close the proceedings in this, my inaugural blog post, I have composed a little ditty about one of our fine friends that we regularly see ducking and diving along the Norfolk waterways. Some of you may recognise that it is similar to a previous rock and roll number than has featured in the hit parade, but the similarity is purely circumstantial, hopefully enough to avoid litigation. Here goes:
Goodness, Gracious, Great Crested Grebe
You shake your beak
And you rattle your head
You go to sleep
In a bulrush bed
You’ve got a bill
Ooh, what a thrill
Goodness, gracious – Great Crested Grebe!
Now I’m not sure how to end this post. Be safe, be seen. Oh no, that’s the green cross code. Hmm. Be good to yourselves, and one another. No, already been done. Erm. How for now? No. Stay wild! Yes that ought to do. Stay wild! Bye for now!
Tom Read, Norwich Greenpeace Group Member
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