But does he need to be driven to golf lessons so he can be a big famous golfer like his dad? I mean, what would the rest of the club say if he turned up in an Uber instead of the family Range?

Yep. The conservationist strain of the wider green movement has some deep blue strands, from Sir Peter Scott to Zac Goldsmith.

But on the climate side there appears to be no solution to the arithmetic which is anywhere near a High Tory / One Nationer position. The sums just don't work.

EcoCentristDads? 🤔

As an interested layperson, is there a rule of thumb for turning GT/year into PPM increase per year?

As it seems like that carries on even past 2050 and maybe a lot longer, but I understand that carbon sinks and its atmospheric half-life will take some of that out of the picture?

Anyone that dressed as faux-butch as this thing looks would be laughed out of town*, or possibly arrested. Yet somehow it's seen as desirable to project that kind of image on the public road.

(* certain towns in Texas aside ).

Cummings' response reads like it was written by an AI.

Cities need legally employed delivery riders on legally purchased, well-maintained e-bikes whose batteries won't catch fire and burn down their overcrowded accommodation.

(Direct subsidy to fleet operators meeting the highest standards *waves @pedalme.bsky.social* is probably the way to go there)

It's also fundamental to what money *is* (as a claim on energy, wellbeing, ability to consume - depending on your preferred branch of economics).

Well-off people have inherently higher footprints, but also inherently higher agency - it's idiotic NOT to nudge them firmly in a greener direction.

The main thing that cost him popularity was Iraq, but the direct effect on most peoples' daily lives in the UK was modest.

For some reason, "would 2007-10 have been quite as bad if we hadn't pissed away billions from the good years in a futile desert war?" isn't a question that comes up much.

"Boss, r/henryuk won't shut up about the personal allowance cliff-edge at £100k. Some of them are working fewer hours instead of paying 60% marginal rates and are actually enjoying life more."

"That last part is completely unacceptable. Withdraw it from £50k, pour encourager les autres."

Freedom of movement? What's the matter, aren't these uplands sunlit enough for you? Good luck finding any other country with enough pride in itself to paint its flag on mini-roundabouts across the Nation.

All such networks are lossy, but both average lossiness and the loss factor on individual nodes also matter.

Chains/weakest links is part of it, and overall background noise level, but some orgs seem to actively encourage lossy behaviour in parts of the graph.

Up to and including C-suiters actively sabotaging the generation of accurate, true knowledge - as the answers might not fit their narrative.

80bhp - a number most car people would consider pathetically feeble - is the power of eighty horses, available at the flex of our right ankle joint.

It's an absurd amount. Enough to confer status as a regional warlord for most of history. The strength of three hundred adults.

Power corrupts.

It has a reputation, certainly, though the reality is mostly nothing like. Low rents means quirks survive which have not elsewhere.
But where other such places have pulled themselves up by the bootstraps the past 25 ish years, Croydon seems to have a unique talent for repeatedly falling on its arse.

East Croydon is the same distance, travel time wise, from London Bridge and Victoria as they are from each other.

Far quicker to get into the centre by rail from E Cro than it is from some of the desirable inner-south suburbs (yes, Peckham, I mean you.)

And yet, and yet...

"I'm not a predator, in octal she was twenty-one" <takes another massive rip on the bong>

That and dual professional income households which - for those fortunate enough to have them - generate enormous spare buying power (before we consider house price inflation, at least), albeit at the cost of pretty high stress if you're trying to raise a family as well.

A series of inarticulate grunts.