Like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning. I promised that I would stay off the dung heap to give my readers a recess from politics, Jimmy Savile, Cyril Smith, et al. This at a time when the Cameroons are busy creating such tasty fodder for the blogger, but a promise is a promise, so I shall give some thought to another of my hobby horses.
Which just goes to show how right the old saying is? What goes around is sauce for the gander.
Wind Turbines, on and off shore, are flavour of the moment at present, with billions of taxpayer’s money being spent/squandered on them.
As an oldie whom has seen it all before I firmly believe they will prove an immensely costly waste of space. Never performing up to their projected potential and spending much of their time broken down by the ravages of salt sea air. Then the wind will be too strong and they will be in danger of disintegrating so will be switched off. The wind will then drop and the rotor cease to turn.
Yet the government, of whatever hue, will continue on with them, and continue to lie about their success Not, as they want us to believe, in an effort to make our Island as green as can be, but to fill in the energy gap left by their failure to plan adequately for the future.
No matter what the “swivel-eyed loons” in the Shires, such as I, bang on about, I project these immense and immensely costly gadgets will survive for fifty years, long enough to build all the nuclear reactor power plants now on the drawing board.
Then they will be quietly dismantled and consigned to history – except perhaps for one or two that some group of local conservationists petition to keep. As part of our glorious English heritage, of course!