Showing posts with label cows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cows. Show all posts

11 July 2007

Cow flatulance just a load of hot air?

"Great news on our greenhouse targets -
we've bred a cow that doesn't release any methane"

I have to say this ... delicately ... but 'cow emissions' are apparently a huge part of global warming. What important news to wake up to this morning. Forget mad Mullahs trying to get the life of Sir Salman Rushdie, don't worry about the war on terror, and who really cares about the despotic rule of Robert Mugabe - we must all be worried, perhaps stricken with fear, at the news that the combined gas output of the world's livestock are in fact responsible for more global warming than all the world's transport systems. Don't blame your neighbours car - it is his love of anything made by or from cows, chickens, sheep, pigs, goats, etc., that is the real problem. We all thought it was a load of bull, but the cows have a secret weapon in their quest for world domination and retribution.



Don't take my word for it, try this Google search and see for yourself! Get guilty about your carbon footprint each time you drink some milk, enjoy a steak, wolf down that KFC fried chicken ... the baaaaaarps from the farmyard are turning up the heat. Be afraid, very afraid!

Funny that I did not hear globe-trotting stars of last weekend's LIVE EARTH concert talking to cows about this? No naming and shaming of any world-famous pigs. I wonder if Al Gore has significantly cut down on his milkshakes, eggs over easy, and celebrity BBQs? My prediction is that within 5 years the main problem will not be global warming but will be how fast can we produce enough Prozac to make all our global warming tree-huggers deal with their 'issues' - caused by having to renounce their friendships with cows and sheep and dogs and little piggies.

19 January 2007

Geocaching the night away

MDT, Josh, Mike and Jon smug after finding treasure

So off we went into the night, along city roads, a bit of highway, off into the outer fringes of Worthing, narrow roads, houses turning into farmland, and down a track until a gate stopped us going any more. In the dark, just flashlights to help us avoid the landmines left by cows (who we could hear mooing in the near distance). Why? Looking for a little plastic box hidden somewhere at a precise grid reference. The picture shows Mike Adams packing the logbook and 'prizes' into the box again after I had luckily been the one to find it. We left a note in the log, rehid the box carefully in a hole at the base of a tree, and went home satisfied Mike had chalked up yet another successful geocache event.
Picture credit: Richard A Oliver