Heated Exchange

I've had it with the climate sceptics. They're killing us. They are complicit in genocide and attempted geocide. Ignorance is no excuse, particularly the ostrich variety. How would you feel if the babysitter told you: "I didn't hear the murderer break in and behead your child - I was listening to loud heavy metal on the headphones."

I've been working on sustainability with corporations, governments, NGOs and academics for nearly twenty years. We've covered energy use, reporting, child labour, packaging, water use, transport and a dozen other topics, again and again. I've written books about it, published articles, facilitated workshops, chaired conference sessions. I've gone back to university, researched, studied and gained a specialist masters degree in it. I've played expert witness, debated on radio, appeared on television, lectured at seminars, coached leaders, delivered trainings for international government groups. My family became the local sustainable household darlings in regular features for the local newspaper; we co-launched the UK farmers' markets movement; we converted a gorgeous 4x4 to run on rapeseed oil; we opened the first eco-hotel in the UN Heritage City of Bath, England.

What have we achieved? Nothing. It's all rearranging the deckchairs on the Titanic. If we don't address the climate issue with a hugely increased dose of urgency, focus and decisive action the entire game is up. We're all going under, and the irony is, there won't be any icebergs to warn us.

So come on all you climate change sceptics, challenge me. I'm pissed off, frustrated and fuming like a power station chimney stack. I could do with a good intellectual wrestle to work it all out of my system. But be warned - you may lose the debate. However, before long, you - and your children - may thank you for doing so.