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A Theme Thursday topic that a man can really embrace: CLIMATE CHANGE!

All winter down here at the arse end of the world [Trademark former Australian PM P.J. Keating] it's been rain, snow, sleet, grey skies, runny noses, grumpy kids, cranky wives and tired husbands.

So, if you don’t mind sir, I’d quite fancy a spot of CLIMATE CHANGE thankyouverymuch!

I am sure that the fellow holed up on this little yacht in the centre of the Derwent this morning would agree. Indeed, if the sea levels rise, he’ll be set.

And if we’re jabbering on about CLIMATE CHANGE, let me get a quick word in about my two very favourite periods of it: the Medieval Warm Period (AD 800–1300) that saw the Vikings get out and about raping, pillaging and composing heavy metal rock songs. Of course, how can you talk about that without mentioning the Little Ice Age (on and off from AD 1500ish–1850ish)? Personally, I blame the Little Ice Age for the poor state of cricket in the Enlightenment period (amongst other things).

Comments

Brian Miller said…
lol. always a trip...has cricket recovered?
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, we've seen some highs and lows, but it is reasonable shape.
Colette Amelia said…
How funny you should mention the little ice age...there is a theory that it came about because of the die off of humans in the black plague.
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, or indeed the reverse!
Tom said…
the earth is fighting back. i think perhaps no one has explained cricket sufficiently to the earth...there's a job for you.
Great musing, having a think... -J
Betsy Brock said…
LOL~ hope you get some sunny days soon!
RLM Cooper said…
I will add my best wishes to Betsy's. We have had a glorious summer here in the Pacific Northwest -- but I fear those days are nearly over. Grey skies abound - with the sun bravely trying to poke through even so. Soon, winter.
Michael said…
that mini ice age did allow us to have the classical Dickens like victorian snowy christmases thogh. A thing of the past now.
Wings1295 said…
I think I'd prefer the Medieval Warm Period, too! :)
Kat Mortensen said…
I'll cross my fingers for you that you get some sunny days soon.
Baino said…
I know you're being funny but it's true, the planet has been warming and cooling for millennia . . .I get angry when I see skewed statistics from 1850 onwards with little regard for carbon found in ice cores millions of years old. Not that we shouldn't do something about our wasteful and overconsuming lives but all this focus on C02 is just a nice political distraction to my mind. Ok you may pillory me now!
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, my tongue may be in my cheek, but the point should be clear. The world warms, the world cools. Many, many people in this "debate" seem to miss that rather obvious fact.

I'm not a sceptic of the notion of the world warming up; but forgive me for being sceptical of the multitude of agendas from people of ALL sides.

There are a lot of con jobs happening right now.
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, cricket is like life, only everyone is dressed in white.
Kris McCracken said…
Harnett, thinking can be dangerous.
Kris McCracken said…
Betsy, it's my day off today, and it's raining!
Kris McCracken said…
AngelMay, I'm hoping that all of this rain now won't mean more scrub that will burn in bushfires this coming summer.
Kris McCracken said…
mmm, no good if you were in the poorhouse!
Kris McCracken said…
Wings, especially if you were a Viking!
Kris McCracken said…
Poetikat, tomorrow, hopefully!
e said…
Glad we don't live in the age of the Vikings...I too hope you get some rain.
Dreamhaven said…
sunny days have been a bit scarce lately. We even had snow today in Massachusetts. A lull in the eye of the storm, perhaps?
Kris McCracken said…
E, we've had TOO MUCH rain!
Kris McCracken said…
Dreamhaven, most of what I know of Massachusetts I learned from the Bee Gees.

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