THE CHOCOLATE FIREGUARD

By way of introduction. CF will be half-arsing around in an ever so slightly inconvenienced and innappropriately exasperated manner in future blogs. (Damn these minor inconveniences, DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL !!!) If anyone's actually reading any of this, I would welcome any ideas you might have for CF to engage with. He's already down for some trips to the supermarket and some fun with public transport. The idea is to make him a dreadful example of laziness and contemptible self interest, and to point out that there are NO excuses left for inaction. And to provide useful information.
Specific targets re- Ethical consumption, energy conservation, sustainable living would be appreciated. Unless, of course, no one is out there...hello...hello...maybe I should switch the telly back on...hello...

Branson: biting the magic bullet!

Any move away from the jet-setting and self absorbtion
of the "yapping terriers of ignorance" (to borrow
Richard Dawkins' phrase) is to be welcomed.
So another big gesture from
Richard Branson is good news. But Captain Carbon's
call/bribe/plea for a magic techno wand to suck all of
our collective carelessness out of the atmosphere is
emblematic of our cultural refusal to face the actual
facts.- that it is our joint and individual attitudes
and ambitions that must fundamentally shift.
We still seek to hide in some christian-hangover
messianic fantasy that it will all be ok, because
we're all ok, aren't we. It's not us, it's them! How
sweet. How deluded.
Waiting for professor Zarkov or Flash Gordon to rush
in at the last minute with a miracle cure is
irresponsible in the most alarming and infantile way.
We need to examine and restrain ourselves- not chase
science fiction dreams whilst sat in our short-haul
Virgin cocoon. It's time to bite the bullet,
not ask for a magic one.

Here's an unconnected cartoon.

Dalek LabRats

The Labrats website is on course for an April launch. I am confident about this in the way that only the technically clueless can really be. Many thanks to Simon at UHC and Mark H at Climate Camp for mastering all the hard stuff. Below is the dalek Labrats series in wonderful living colour.
Making an unnecessary journey? Don't take the car. Leave it at home. Leave it in the showroom. Leave it distributed about the planet as ore.

NEVER MIND THE BULLOCKS ( C and C)

Here's the full NMTB strip for general use. The Frank and Ernest strips , and Easter Bunny Island along with some climate change Labrats are further in.

ART, innit?

Going off on a bit of a tangent here. This is ART, mate! None of yer comic cobblers. (Just by way of mentioning that we make the odd painting/drawing now and then.) If you listen carefully you will hear the sound of a crumpled trumpet blowing , (a small thing, but mine own) ever so slightly off key...

it goes away eventually

the motherf***ng revolution will not be televised?

Tricky territory here - unstable ground so to speak. I gave this a lot of thought and examined myself for ugly psychic crannies. I found some old navel fluff, five raisins and a piece of cheese, but in the end I reckon these are fair comment on the wigga and gangsta phenomenon/delusion/coral. We're talking INAUTHENTIC here. We're talking good old fashioned standard issue human convenience BOLLOCKS. Gil Scott Heron would probably have agreed.