Saving Fiji – from Abu Dhabi

It’s not only marketing men with electrodes in their brains who are worried about Fiji and its environmental fragility. Fiji is presiding the current COP23 talks in Bonn, so it’s much in the news, and the Guardian joined the fray with a frightening account of how many billions it must spend to adapt to climate change. … Continue reading

Outgassing for the Planet

It’s Conference of the Parties time again. If you you thought COP21 in Paris two years ago had solved the climate crisis you haven’t been paying attention to your favourite site. As we reported a year ago, COP22 last year in Marrakesh brought together the normal tens of thousands of delegates, including six professors and … Continue reading

More Sexist, Racist Filth from the Guardian

The Graun really is worse than you thought. This article by John Gibbons plumbs new heights. Under a fetching picture of Gigi Love’s fluorescent bottom, Gibbons drools bile over the Irish Climate Science Forum, Richard Lindzen, retired male engineers and meteorologists, deniers, aging contrarians, conservative white males, elderly white men, elderly engineers, and elderly white … Continue reading

The game may be changed

The game may be changed

Climate sceptics, feast your eyes on two brilliant and appropriately passionate articles in best-selling UK tabloids this morning: Now that’s an inconvenient truth: Report shows the world isn’t as warm as the green doom-mongers warned. So will energy bills come down? Fat chance in the Daily Mail by Labour MP Graham Stringer How scientists got … Continue reading

Fake news, identity agendas and double standards

Yesterday, membership of the House of Commons Science and Technology Committee was announced: Previously, there were 11 members of the committee, and apparently there will be three more appointments, so the announcement seems to have been somewhat botched. The identity politics brigade sprang into action following this announcement, see for example Cambridge physicist and Master … Continue reading