I can’t stand the pain Spondylosis Pinching back vertebrae I can’t stand the pain Knee arthritis ‘Cause I’m not who I used to be Hey bloody knees Tell me, do you remember How sweet it used to be When I could walk for miles Everything was groovy Now my joints are grating And that’s one sound That I just can’t stand I can’t stand the pain Of spondylosis Aching thighs, aching knees I can’t stand the pain Of gravity on me ‘Cause I’m not who I used to be When I was a young man Everything was so grand Now that I’ve grown old There’s just one thing That I just can’t stand Can’t stand the pain I can’t stand the pain Of my leg muscles Taunting me with memories Of when I could walk free I can’t stand the pain And I can’t walk far Unless my walking stick’s with with me When we are together I can make it round the shops Like Woolworths. Oh sweet memories But it’s just so wrong That I just can’t stand I can’t walk alone Without a trolley to lean on I can’t stand the pain The spondylitic pain That just keeps on haunting me Hey hey pain Get off of my back, please ‘Cause I can’t stand the pain I’ll jump out a window ‘Cause I can’t stand the pain.
I see a lot of quibbling on the internet and in letters to the editor about the current bushfire crisis. “It’s not really climate change that is the cause; the fires were started by youthful arsonists; by lightning”. Yeah, whatever.
How the fire starts is irrelevant, whether it was from a badly placed barbecue or a deliberately thrown Molotov cocktail matters not one whit. There have always been bushfires. Sometimes really bad ones. Some deliberate, some accidental, some natural. The point is that the conditions are now more and more such that once a fire starts, it’s increasingly, damnably hard to put out and spreads through the dry vegetation at an alarming pace that much of the wildlife and few humans on foot can outrun. The fires spread further and faster, and it is climate change that caused these conditions. Arguing against this scientifically established fact is not expressing an intelligent opinion, any more than maintaining that the sun, moon and stars all revolve around an earth placed squarely in the centre of the universe.
When science has established facts beyond doubt and has all the data necessary to prove it, there is room only for discussing the finer details of how globing warming may affect different geographies and circumstances. No way to say it is not really happening.
So I feel free to mock the deniers just as I would flat-earthers, creationists and iridologists. Because they are provably wrong. I don’t usually resort to the ad hominem because it is an admission of failure. However, I admit freely that I fail to understand how people don’t understand how science works.
Prove me wrong if you can. I’m willing to change my mind if the evidence is there. Lay it out.
It is just past 6am. The temperature is already 22C. The radio predicts another two days of heatwave with temperatures seven degrees above the December average for southeast Queensland. EDIT: the seven o’clock news now puts the expected temperatures at up to twelve degrees above the December average.
Yesterday was so hot I cooked this piece of chicken without even lighting the barbecue.
I can’t swim for at least a week, and I can’t shower for another two days because of these chunks out of my forearms. I could probably manage a shower if I only had to keep one arm dry, but both would be problematic. Even gladwrap and duct tape didn’t work last time I tried. So it is facecloths and baby wipes.
Today turned out to be the scorcher they predicted. 27 degrees already and I’m in an all- over sweat. I shall be in the camp pool later for sure. Soon. The pool is beside the laundry, so I can kill two birds.
After my swim this morning I pedalled to Aldi for eggs, chorizo and a baguette. There, in the new Wednesday specials , I spotted a plastic laurel leaf trellis with solar powered LED lights. Just the sort of cheap but reasonable quality thing Aldi is famous for. It was too big for the bike, so I went back for it in the cruiser. On the way home I called in to the bottle store for an icy cold bottle of Coopers Best Extra Stout, a drink good enough to rival Speights Old Dark. I’m drinking it now. I have just put the trellis up, and I’m drenched.
The idea of the trellis was to allow me to leave my door open and roam the caravan in my underwear on a hot day without offending anyone who glanced in. I couldn’t care less about the LED lights, but my neighbour two doors down was very enthusiastic about them. Christmassy. They won’t cost me anything to run, and if they break, who cares?
My neighbours have all fired up their air-con units. Yes I chose that word deliberately. They are perplexed that I haven’t installed one. They tell me I won’t survive without it. I managed last year well enough, but this year may indeed be different. We shall see.