Plane Stupid

Artrockers,
Heaven it was here in South West London. But now the big flying machines are back, making life a misery. But we have to have these airborn leviathon's, in fact we need more of them, and a third Heathrow runway, because the wheels would fall off if our business men couldn't flit about the world having 'meetings'...Apparently. But what do we find? Oh, those planes aren't actually full of the leaders of commerce, no, they're full of holidaymakers. I think we knew that all along really. So, every 25 seconds all conversation stops as a gigantic piece of alluminium tears across the sky with an urgent consignment of...Tourists.
Do I mind having my life degraded every 25 seconds so that a bunch of teachers and their families (who else has three weeks off at Easter?) can top up their melanomas in Alicante?
You bet I do.
Malcolm McLaren will be interred toady, he would have been most familiar with the epithet: 'A cheap holiday on other people's misery', well the folks paying the miserable price for these cheap holidays are people, like me, who live on flight paths. Back in 2007, predicting the recession, I wrote: 'It's time to stop flying around the world, meeting people of other cultures and buying their houses', but we learn nothing, we've learned nothing from the bank fiasco and the MPs disgraceful behaviour as we troll about the world in flying tin cans pretending that everything is fine - it isn't. And talk of 'tragedy' and 'crisis' when applied to people whose priority is topping up their suntans is a ridiculous insult to us all. As far as I'm concerned they can all walk back.

Tom Artrocker