I suppose you all know the song - "Underground, overground, wombling free, the Wombles of Wimbledon common are REAL!"
Our nations parks are a mess. Bit of grass, condom, bit of grass, yappy kid, bit of shrub, discarded needle, bit of rocky, yob rape, bit of grass . . . .
The recent protestations of "We we here first!" and the resulting debacle perpertrated by Ormskirk Model Boat Society in their fight with the local duck populace is a warning sign to us all.
Having parks and such is giving Mother Wildlife a chance to catch up. If we give the mallard, the shrew, the tapir etc access to these crappy grasslands then who is to say that soon they won't be making their way up to Tesco's, WH Smith or even our beloved pubs.
God built industrial sprawl for a reason. To keep Mr. Four Legs and Mr. Wings in the correct place - the extintion conveyor belt.
I say time to get out the cement mixer and start filling the green bits in like a child plays with a colouring book. Any remaining none humans should be either ritually abused or used for stew.
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Wednesday, 13 November 2002 13:41 (twenty-three years ago)
Sometimes, Lynskey, I question your bona fides as self-professed founder member of the Ormskirk branch of 'Friends of the Dirt'.
Have you no concern for the finite and dwindling supplies of concrete on this planet?
― Pete Andrews, Wednesday, 13 November 2002 15:35 (twenty-three years ago)