Newtons' Laws

One of Sir Isaac's is, of course, that 'to any action there is an equal an opposite reaction', which in the literal sense this could be deemed to be... sort of.

But here I do of course refer to another Newton, as in Thandie quits her 4x4 to be a green goddess, which has enabled me to add a new law to the pot, namely that 'no matter what the story, the odds of uncritical sycophantic coverage by the media - even supposedly informed, objective ones - are near infinitely expanded to 'dead cert' by the amount of A-list totty attached to it, especially with a flash of flesh bolted on'. 

Now I have no problem that 'the British star of Crash, the Hollywood hit film, has become a crusader against gas-guzzling cars after a Greenpeace activist slapped stickers on her 4x4 accusing her of adding to global warming'. Or that 'she will make her support for the anti-emissions campaign public' (Sweet.. and so noble. How rare). Apparently she had been in her aircon-trailer for about a decade, because until this moment she didn't know 4x4s were a tad thirsty, and not really necessary around London. Bless.

Because I am sure that she has appreciated that a vast chunk of the emissions a car is responsible for arise in the making, so by buying a Prius and ditching the 4x4 she was by no means simply making a gesture. Especially as I'm sure she made sure a perfectly good 4x4 was either a) turned into a chicken coop, or at least b) sold to a person who may use it off road. Plus I'm sure she will no longer be flying around the globe in seats that could carry several normal folk, and working only on films whose explosions and stuff are all carbon neutralised, preferably not by companies owned by the the producer's hairdresser's vineyard manager.

Certainly these are facts glossed over by her PR guys, who did manage to cram in a lot of stuff about her forthcoming films, and also happily trotted out by the copy-typist, sorry, environmental journalists at the papers just round the corner in London, who must get a bit bored with pictures of activists in their wholly hats.

Other than a bit of hail to go with the sunshine yesterday (?), the weather seems to be getting better, so I'm slipping on my Peter Stringfellow thong and off for a photo shoot down in the Volvo. Hey, it's worth a go.