I am bathed in the
warm glow of the righteous, for not only did I march with them, but I marched in the rain. Once you've made the
decision, a little bit of meteorological adversity boosts everyone's sense of
camaraderie. Apart, that is, from my fair-weather 'friend' Richard, who
buggered off to the pub about ten minutes in, and is therefore the worst sort
of part-timer and highly deserving of public contempt and derision. I try to do
my bit.
So, apart from Richard
the faithless, we were all there to send a message to Bali,
where our glorious leaders are trying to save us all from climate Armageddon
without imperilling the ability of large companies to make more money. Fortunately,
climate change was recently reclassified from environmental disaster to
business opportunity. Phew.