Yet another US court finds the weedkiller glyphosate a ‘substantial’ cancer factor https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-47633086 but Camden Council refuses to take action, ignoring my presentation of a 1000 signature petition to stop its use in the borough.
How many deaths will it take before Camden Council wakes up to the potential danger their staff and the public are exposed to?
She’s totally committed to Europe and fights hard for what she believes in.”
Magid Magid, Lord Mayor of Sheffield
Parliament has been Brexit-browbeating the people for a thousand days. And so, fed-up we got up, and marched. Bloodied, but unbowed. I kept reminding myself that I am campaigning to become an MEP candidate for London, while at the same time taking to the streets of that very city, alongside over one million other Europeans, passionately trying to rescue the UK from crashing out of the EU.
All pretty unreal, to be sure.
Frankly, I am also ashamed that it had to get to the point where we now find ourselves staring wide-eyed and ashen-faced into the abyss, before I got off my **se and threw my hat into the ring as an MEP candidate.
Ok, calling all you Green Londoners out there!
Time to do your duty and VOTE
We need a bunch of keen Green candidates for City Hall
I obviously hope you’ll vote for me, but the most important thing is that you VOTE!
It was a proper Christmas, no culinary catastrophes, the family gathered round the table for a feast, no-one’s voice raised above 70 decibels. Bliss. The real tree looked and smelled of Norwegian wood, there were rows of candles, a box full of economy crackers with truly groan-tastic jokes. All just like a real homey Christmas should be.
Then, a few days before New Year’s Eve 2017 and still amid the warm festive glow, a hand-written window envelope fluttered on to the doormat. A late Christmas card? Nah, they don’t come in window envelopes. Probably some neighbourhood thing. I left the letter on the hall table and went shopping. An hour later, warming up with a coffee, I opened the handwritten envelope:
I read on, fully expecting this to be one of those standard communications landlords need to send once a year to comply with the contract. Only when I got to the end of the letter did I realise that this was nothing of the sort:
“Our client has instructed us to commence court proceedings should you fail to vacate the property [within two months of this letter].”
Well, I nearly choked on my croissant. What?! Was I actually being evicted? I had, in a flash, become the star in one of those shocking stories you see on those ‘rogue tenant’ shows on telly. Continue reading →
So how’s your January coming along? It’s nearly over. Did you opt for Veganuary, or were you more inclined towards Dry January? My own local pub ingeniously featured an entire month of rolling (literally) events, which they called Ginuary.
Personally, I don’t go for any of them, they’re all far too intrusive for my busily lethargic lifestyle. I just carry on living by numbers. Happy days.
But I have had to endure the endless bleatings of everyone around me, beating themselves up over the small glass of red wine, consumed in the broom cupboard, one desperate evening. Or the hapless customer, who ordered an ordinary Greggs sausage roll, accidentally on purpose, forgoing the culinary delight of Greggs runaway bestseller Vegan Sausage Roll. Continue reading →
In 2020, London will go to the polls to elect a new Mayor and members of the London Assembly. The London Green Party are now in the process of selecting their candidates for those elections. Bright Green is offering every candidate seeking selection an opportunity to tell our readers why they should be selected. One of these candidates is Kirsten de Keyser, who has the following to say:
Reading through all the Green candidates’ pitches for the 2020 GLA elections, it struck me that they all sound strikingly similar; protect the environment, build more houses, stop knife crime, clean up the air we breathe.
All totally laudable, of course, but few political parties would disagree with any of that, including Labour, Tory, LibDem, UKIP and those of no discernible persuasion. It’s called logic. As the late Labour MP Jo Cox so memorably quoted in her maiden speech to the House of Commons: “We have more in common than that which divides us”.
So I decided that it would be a waste of both my writing time and your reading time to repeat this exercise. Instead, I turned to what it is that actually divides us. What sets us apart from the rest? Why are we members of the Green Party? Continue reading →
It is difficult to describe the euphoric feeling of elation and relief that overwhelmed me, as I thumbed through the latest edition of the Camden New Journal.
I always enjoy taking the Camden pulse via the pages of the CNJ, but here was something truly special; news that Camden Council was throwing in the towel – wrapped in an orange bin-bag, no doubt, and banishing the orange scourge that has blighted our borough for the past 18 months.
Back in 2017, despair and a degree of panic was starting to grip me, when regular, unsolicited deliveries of bulky packs of orange plastic rubbish sacks kept thudding onto the door mat.
Where did they come from? What was I supposed to do with them? I studied the instructions, emblazoned on each bag: “Household rubbish” – “NO RECYCLABLES” – “NO FOOD WASTE” – “NO BROKEN GLASS” – “NO HOT ASHES”.