Don't you bloody start.

When the miners went on strike in the early 70s (fully justified in m'humble), which precipitated the three-day week, they didn't go all nicey-nicey to protect old people from freezing to death. Because it wasn't their fault that they were forced to take action. During the winter of discontent (when public sector workers finally snapped after years of cuts in services and lousy pay) it wasn't the gravediggers' fault that corpses went unburied or the binmen's fault that mountains of rubbish piled up in the streets. Greenhouse gas emissions are still going ballistic. All we've had is bloody talk. We have a clown running the country who has tried to divert attention away from the shocking state of this country by coming the statesman with fine speeches telling the world that it's time we grew up when it comes to climate change. Boris Johnson (I won't insult children by calling him childish) telling us to grow up. Well, well. So the world heads inexorably for burning times because we can't wean ourselves off fossil fuels, yet you whinge about protesters who actually impede the use of fossil fuels to make their point...Good grief...Talk about riding the establishment horse...

And actually Greta Thunberg isn't much past seventeen. I'm with her every time. So that insult don't wash either.