I saw a chap from Southampton Transition, replete with his Southampton Transition t-shirt, reciting his Southampton Transition doctrines. Okay, fine. Seems like a worthy organisation with noble aims. Stop squandering fossil fuel. Seek and develop alternative energy sources. Happy with that.
So anyone representing this organisation would, obviously, be a full-blown, hemp-wearing, bin-diving, tree-hugging, tie-dyed, chemical-free, commune-with-nature, peak-oil-watching, all-men-are-brothers, be-buried-in-a-wicker-casket-in-woodland, living-in-a-commune, recycle-everything, save-the-world, at-one-with-nature, organic hippy-type, right? A shining example of sustainability. A beacon of hope for the future of our planet. And fair play to them. I admire these kind of people.
Why, then, was this person, this representative of Transition Southampton, with his Transition Southampton t-shirt, wearing Levi jeans and gleamingly-new Nike trainers? Save the planet but bugger the 8-year-old Taiwanese children whose fingers bled sewing my jeans, or the 12-year-old Indonesian children who work 16-hour-shifts to feed their families so I can wear fashionable footwear? Hmmm.
Tell you who I do like though - Stacey Dooley. She's the incredibly young-looking and, if I'm honest, somewhat annoying, flame-haired lady who made such documentaries as "Blood, Sweat and T-shirts" for the BBC.
http://transitionsouthampton.org/
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