40,000 feet above Greenland

Hi all, sorry for the delay in posting but I've been without a computer for a week or so. So here goes my first blog entry.
I've just finished watching the Coen brothers magnum opus 'No country for old men'. It would have been better without the crappy ba standard headphones, or the stupid woman who kept moving her seat. Still though it was a very atmospheric movie, Javier Bardem is perhaps the scariest man in movie history and who would have thought Josh (the elder goonie brother) Brolin could pull off a performance like that? Anyways, I digress; looking out the window at the arctic wastes and frozen mountains of greenland it's hard to believe the global warming excuses for tax increases. It's a beautiful looking land, and will be better once the snow all melts and the bears are gone (no camouflage without snow you pesky bastards).
We're currently 40,000 ft up. Emma's watching some bad sitcom and by the look of it, could have eaten another piece of carrot cake, while I'm looking out the window contemplating the cold, and the fa cup shocks of the day (go on barnsley!), while reading the new Stuart Maconie book.
As we fly south across Canada, over the great lakes (which are bloody huge!), and then over Milwaukee, I realise that it's still winter, everything is still frozen, and it's much further south than Telford. I think this is why the Americans don't make a fuss about global warming, it doesn't affect them, much like we didn't bother when scandinavia was complaining in the nineties.
Still, if the government spent a tenth of the money it makes from petrol tax, we would have solved global warming by now.

Laters,
Me.