Too fat to climb? Transposed from an older blogAnother day volunteering in the office, or more volunteering out of the office, and drinking too much coffee.In at 8.30 to try and sort out a few details with Jason, before getting together to review whats going on at 9.00. But the early bird beat me too it, so we got straight into it. Off to workers cafe for Breakfast, or at least coffee, for a debrief unpick of last Saturdays Polling day, and a discussion of where to go from here. Back into the office by 9.30, raring to go.Back out at 10.00 for a different meeting. I guess a word about bugs and security. I don't know how much is paranoia, and how much is a real threat, but Greenpeace has been known to do naughty things, no really. As such there are a number of conversations about stuff that the spooks want to find out about, and so it is deemed foolish to discuss anything sensitive in the office. Therefore the need for 'out of the office' meetings.Not that I'd ever have anything to do with any of that. Meeting till 11am, to move onto a different out of the office brainstorm, at an altogether more funky location.I like Brainstorms they are fun, I don't know how many of the crazy ideas ever make it into campaigns, but get enough clever, educated, creative people together and we are going to find some more daft ideas to save the world.Jason not sure about the pigeon concept though?So day finally got going at 12, damn not again, how does time fly so fast. I've got things I want to do. So bollocks to taking lunch, or eating, or any of that rubbish. Slog through emails, do bare minimum to keep things on track, before getting down to sorting out the debris from Saturday.Now activits are dumb, and I include myself in this, but sometimes we are keen and really stupid.So last Saturday's activities involved using fluro vests (from various forest crime scenes) with stickers on the back for the Urban 4x4 poll. Fair enough. After all the materials had come back, sorted teams folded all there stuff back up neatly for storage for next time.But you idiots you didn't take the bloody stickers off, so muggines got to screw all the folded piles up, unsticj the stickers and then fold the things up again.It's also astonishing how much time it takes to put on a campaiging day, which lasts maybe 3 hours on the street, and many more hours in the pub. But on a personal level 6-8 weeks work, maybe 10-15 hours a week, 3 hours campaigning, 2 stories on telly, and then 2 more weeks of tidying all the materials up, and sorting out the data and feedback.There must be an easier way. Ranting over.Finally hit the warehouse for climb training for 3pm, OK I've been doing this for 18 monthes now and I now how to climb ropes in my sleep. So there were plans to play cops and robbers, or activists and baliffs which sounded fun, but not really enough people to make it happen. So instead played with etretia's (probably spelt wrong) and found new set of muscles to torture. Very sore now, must exercise more, keep on saying this every time I get knacked climbing. God knows how a fat bastard like me is expected to cimb ropes, hand banners and make a difference but worth a go.

Transposed from an older blog


Another day volunteering in the office, or more volunteering out of the office, and drinking too much coffee.

In at 8.30 to try and sort out a few details with Jason, before getting together to review whats going on at 9.00. But the early bird beat me too it, so we got straight into it. Off to workers cafe for Breakfast, or at least coffee, for a debrief unpick of last Saturdays Polling day, and a discussion of where to go from here. Back into the office by 9.30, raring to go.

Back out at 10.00 for a different meeting.

I guess a word about bugs and security. I don't know how much is paranoia, and how much is a real threat, but Greenpeace has been known to do naughty things, no really.
As such there are a number of conversations about stuff that the spooks want to find out about, and so it is deemed foolish to discuss anything sensitive in the office. Therefore the need for 'out of the office' meetings.

Not that I'd ever have anything to do with any of that. Meeting till 11am, to move onto a different out of the office brainstorm, at an altogether more funky location.

I like Brainstorms they are fun, I don't know how many of the crazy ideas ever make it into campaigns, but get enough clever, educated, creative people together and we are going to find some more daft ideas to save the world.

Jason not sure about the pigeon concept though?

So day finally got going at 12, damn not again, how does time fly so fast. I've got things I want to do. So bollocks to taking lunch, or eating, or any of that rubbish. Slog through emails, do bare minimum to keep things on track, before getting down to sorting out the debris from Saturday.

Now activits are dumb, and I include myself in this, but sometimes we are keen and really stupid.

So last Saturday's activities involved using fluro vests (from various forest crime scenes) with stickers on the back for the Urban 4x4 poll. Fair enough. After all the materials had come back, sorted teams folded all there stuff back up neatly for storage for next time.

But you idiots you didn't take the bloody stickers off, so muggines got to screw all the folded piles up, unsticj the stickers and then fold the things up again.

It's also astonishing how much time it takes to put on a campaiging day, which lasts maybe 3 hours on the street, and many more hours in the pub. But on a personal level 6-8 weeks work, maybe 10-15 hours a week, 3 hours campaigning, 2 stories on telly, and then 2 more weeks of tidying all the materials up, and sorting out the data and feedback.

There must be an easier way. Ranting over.

Finally hit the warehouse for climb training for 3pm, OK I've been doing this for 18 monthes now and I now how to climb ropes in my sleep. So there were plans to play cops and robbers, or activists and baliffs which sounded fun, but not really enough people to make it happen. So instead played with etretia's (probably spelt wrong) and found new set of muscles to torture. Very sore now, must exercise more, keep on saying this every time I get knacked climbing. God knows how a fat bastard like me is expected to cimb ropes, hand banners and make a difference but worth a go.