👿 The madness of net zero

I bend like a contrarian reed against the breeze of popular opinion. Then, when the breeze shifts, I bend against it the other way.

A fellow hands out pamphlets at Norwich market.

I take him in with great interest. He’s the latest in an unbroken line of pamphleteers who have stood on this spot since the market began in the 1400s. Pro or agin particular concerns of the age.

I instinctively wave away his pamphlet. I walk on fifty yards. I stop, turn around and trot back to get one off him. There’s something unusual about him. He doesn’t look like a pamphleteer. He looks like he’s a regular at open-air music festivals. He looks like he’s dropped a few tabs of acid in his day. I suspect he’s a vegan activist. They’ve been harassing my sheep dealer, so I’m curious to see what his, er, beef is.

I’ve totally misjudged the man.

I’ve got a vague sense of this 15-minute neighbourhood thing.

I came across it in the same place I come across all my news: the Dereham & Fakenham Times. They call it a 20-minute neighbourhood. Every…