Doing The Miliband

Both Ray and I joined Jacqueline on the protest yesterday, at Kingsnorth and it was a really good day. In my youth, I cared about stuff, was a member of CND and did my wee bit to try and change things for the better. But yesterday set me to thinking. When did I stop caring? Life got in the way, I guess and bringing up children, putting food on the table and a roof over our heads became more important to me. Not any more. How can we, as a nation, commit to reducing carbon emissions, for instance, then go and build a brand new plant, which is going to belch filth into the atmosphere? Seems crazy to me (and presumably to the other thousand or so folk who were there yesterday too!) And it surprised me just how normal we all were. OK, there were one or two rather obvious professional protestors, but the majority were just like us. Normal, ordinary people of all ages, colours, shape and size, who just care about the environment and the legacy we are leaving our descendents. Like Jacqueline, it will not be the last protest that I will be going on.