Anyway, talk about wrong place at the wrong time! Two nights ago I was at an inner-city hangout with some friends, we were minding our own business, keeping warm by a makeshift fire when a flock of coppers swooped down on us and bundled us into a van. Apparently they swore there were thieves in our group – that was news to me!
Luckily, down at the station, I avoided being swabbed; the copper that pulled back my hood recognized me and let me go – he used to be my pupil. But I digress…
That night, I avoided the inner-city and trundled over to the outskirts of Plymouth only to be reacquainted with an old enemy: Centrica’s Langage Power Station. Talk about a puss-filled eyesore. This monstrosity has been over 3 years in the making and it’s huge, more than double the size of anything else on the industrial estate! Yes, it will create hundreds of jobs and supply a million homes but do people really want this ugly silver phallus here? No! It's too close to South Devon's Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (the South Hams) and Dartmoor National Park! From a distance the chimney deforms the skyline! It has the same catastrophic effect a Hitler moustache on Jenny Agutter would have! It makes me so angry writing about it, I feel like I'm going to burst a blood vessel!
Oh and get this: a month or two ago they tested one of the two turbines without warning anyone, not even the residents who live down the road. Don't Centrica know the simple equation: fuming chimney = fuming residents!
What a sight it was: a massive cloud of smoke hanging over the edge of Plymouth. People were choking on it. It could be seen from miles away. When I saw it, it was how I imagined the airborne toxic event in Don DeLillo’s White Noise to look like! Talk about Armageddon! You see, I love Plymouth and anything that hurts it - like this power station and its prudent bloody antics - gets on my tramping moobs!
Honestly, when I see all this madness I sometimes think Plymouth's falling apart, but when I step back to look at the wider picture I realise it’s just the world falling apart, it’s ok, it’s not just me, it's all part of the process! What with climate change, tornadoes in Britain, the economy (not that that makes much of a difference to me nowadays) and what's this Swiss experiment that's costing billions? 'The Large Hardon Collider'? Can't they spend that money on something more important than a bunch of viagra-ized Swiss blokes running around an underground metal circle, bashing their erections together? I don’t know, whatever, the rum's gone to my head, but at least I'm warm.
My money's just about to run out too, so, got to go...
Incidentally, my copy of White Noise is in the charity shop nextdoor. It cost me £6.99 back in 1988, now it’s 50p – wota bargain!