Little Fluffy Clouds

A rant about the state of the skies

Imagine, if you would, a remake of ’90s classic ‘Little Fluffy clouds’, 10 years from now.

“What were the skies like when you were young?”

The interviewer would ask in the intro.

“Well, they’d start off cornflower blue……”

Some sleepy-voiced Rickie Lee Jones type would purr, hazily pondering her Gen Z childhood.

“…..and then……..”

*Dreamy pause*

“………a bunch of aircraft would get up there and spray the shit out of them”

It’s true though, isn’t it?

At the risk of sounding like the fella from Fantasy Island, I’ve never wanted to yell “De plane!” so often.

I don’t profess to know a chemtrail from a contrail, but you’d have to have your head glued to your phone not to notice that there’s a helluva lot more action up there than there used to be.

And maybe that’s just it.

People talk about things being done ‘in plain sight’, but in a device distracted world, for many, the sky no longer is in plain sight.

But it’s certainly in plane sight.

Every damn plane’s sight!

“Oh…..but more people are travelling by air these days”

Some smart arse will say.

Mate……at 7am on a Tuesday…..in Halifax….in fucking zigzags?

Really???

I reference that town because it’s near where I live, but it could just as easily be Hastings or Hartlepool. All all over the UK, people are noticing similar. They wake up, see a clear blue sky, and soon enough, it’s like a toddler’s been let loose with a tube of toothpaste.

“Oh, but we must do something to stop climate change”

Some of the green brigade may crow.

Go tell it to the dinosaurs! (if they even existed).

The idea that little ’ole hooman beans can bypass whatever’s coming our way, is both supremely naive and incredibly arrogant. We’re all but a shit stain in the grand history of the Universe. What we might succeed in doing, however, is just making everyone’s final days on Earth that bit more fucking miserable.

Besides, I don’t care if it’s for ‘global warming’ or global peace. I want ‘scientists’ dicking around with the weather as much as I want Martha from ‘Baby Reindeer’ as my new bezzie.

I read an article the other day, that reported wealthy couples could arrange for sunshine on their wedding day. What kind of sky fuckery is that?

Just NO!

Trusting ‘scientists’ with the weather is like trusting Michael Fish with the forecast. 

Nature, by her existence, strikes balance.  Scientists, on the other hand, strike it rich.

Nature sees the bigger picture because it IS the bigger picture. It’s a system that’s worked for thousands of years. Stave off something in one place and it’s only going to pop out uglier and angrier elsewhere. Any woman who’s ever wrestled with a bodyshaper will tell you that.

The recent flooding in Dubai was a wake up call to all those who said “they’d never do that!”, but was by no means a one-off. I’m not talking hot air when I say that interrupting weather patterns has been going on for decades. Geo-engineering takes many forms. As far back as the Vietnam war, cloud seeding was weaponised by the United States. Just Google ‘Operation Popeye’.

Even if we give the culprits a (huge) benefit of the doubt and assume whatever is being emitted is harmless on a chemical level, the very fact these trails obscure the sun should be reason enough to rally against them. Not only does sunshine provide our vitamin D and heal us, but it is a huge psychological boost too. S.A.D anyone? Then there’s the biggie - it is necessary for crops and animals to thrive.

You know………our food source.

But for me, there’s also the aesthetic. Why should we have to put up with skies that look like a shit pack of marble floor tiles from B&Q?

It’s like the miracle jab all over again, with one crucial difference.

This time, we can’t opt out.

This is why we have to say what we see.

SEE with our eyes, not think or imagine.

(Let’s not cloud the issue!)

These small remarks are how big conversations start. Conversations that need to be had.

And there’s nothing more British than talking about the weather, after all. It’s what we do best.

As usual, there are those invested in our misery. Those who profit from us plugging our health gaps and deficiencies with their supplements, ultra processed food and wonder drugs.

It’s going to take more than blue sky thinking to get us out of this one. And if I’m honest, other than call it out, I’m not sure what we do.

But doing nothing is not an option.

So for now……

Look up.

Speak up

And - for the sake of humanity - let’s not give up.

‘Little Fluffy Clouds’ deserves to be more than a song on the radio about a bygone era.

(Photo from Galápagos, where they still have normal skies)