Call me a swine!

(www.baconmarmalade.com)

but I'm a sweet swine...

Spiralling ad infinitum

The pessimist would call this a vicious cycle.

The optimist, a sign that all roads lead to you.

I like to think that one day we may have gathered enough experience to actually make this work...

(...maybe)

Las manzanas siempre parecen mejores en el huerto del vecino...

If the Spanish are to be trusted, it turns out that not only is the grass greener on that other side of the fence but the apples are tastier too.

Yes, your neighbours really are lucky bastards.

No one said it was going to be easy...

...I just wish they'd specified what "it" was.

Μη μου την ανακύκλωση τάραττε!

Yes, I'm a good girl. I recycle...

and not because of some sort of idealistic conviction that what I'm doing is actually going to make a difference. No, I'm too much of a cynic for any tree-hugging, daisy loving, clover humping action. I'm a good girl, not a naive one and a city lover at that. This doesn't mean I want to accelerate our demise. I like the idea of being respectful towards nature and well, when the end does come I'd rather the universe points its collective finger of blame at the billowing smoke coming from BRIC factories rather than at my energy guzzling light bulbs.

I'll admit it though, I am quite green at being Green and not all my attempts have been particularly fruitful. We've been brought up lazy, us 80s kids, and the silver platter of easy living is difficult to do away with. I do try though: I recycle, I make my own stock, I try to buy local and seasonal and not to be wasteful and yes, all mighty, universal collective finger of the blame, I have indeed eventually changed my light bulbs!

She flirts with the dexterity of a dead fish

...and I think I like it.

Just another day in Nimrod's kingdom.

Τι θα φοράς συνεννόηση
να σε γνωρίσω

ώστε να μη χαθούμε πάλι
μες στους πολυπληθείς σωσίες σου;