Being ‘Green’ has never been so fashionable. Our appetite for eco-products and services has created a whole new market segment - giving us the opportunity to save the planet and alleviate our conscience all in one neat purchase. But can we buy our way out of the problem? Is it OK to offset one bad habit against another? My answer is short. It’s ‘NO’. Sometimes, you have to carbon neutralise your own hot air - stop talking and start peddling. There is a better world waiting for you. One revolution (and party) at a time. Get driven - ride a bike.

Ding-dong the witch is dead, Which old witch? The wicked witch. Ding-dong the wicked witch is dead. Wake up you sleepyhead, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up the wicked witch is dead. She’s gone where the goblins go - below - below - below, yo-ho! Let’s open up and sing and ring the bells out. Ding Dong’ the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low, let them know the Wicked Witch is dead.As mayor of the Munchkin City, In the county of the land of Oz, I welcome you most regally, But we’ve got to verify it legally, to see… to see…if she… if she…is morally, ethically, spiritually, physically, positively, absolutely, undeniably and reliably dead. As Coroner , I thoroughly examined her and she’s not only merely dead, she’s really most sincerely dead.

Then this is a day of independence for all the munchkins and their descendants, yes, let the joyous news be spread, the wicked old witch at last is dead!

Something about this time of year really gives me the shits. Maybe it’s the throngs of vacant suburban nobodies click-clacking their way around the city in their post-Flemington, post credit-splurge afterglow. Maybe it’s the pre-emptive noel of tawdry Christmas consumer beacons enticing us to invest in the true spirit of Christmas - shopping. Maybe it’s the fact that Myer shut down their perfectly busy and functional food court to re-open a full square kilometre of food available only in hamper form, a year’s worth of landfill for each redundant staff member. Where am i going to get my nuts now? Luckily, some distractions are in place to keep me from hitting the streets with a megaphone and dressing down anyone in my path. Like the fast approaching Bicycle Film Festival. Future proof your ass. Get on a bike.