
Elvis Presley - I Got Stung
Bees are the best – buzzing around, pollinating crops, making honey, stinging things – what more could you want from an insect? I'm contemplating turning this blog into one that specialises in bee songs. I wonder how them bees are going with that
CCD thing. Right now the whole issue seems to be overshadowed by a somewhat larger problem to do with carbon and the climate. Can someone who has been around for a while tell me, has the western world always been on the very brink of disaster? I can only remember the end of the cold war when we were just a button push away from nuclear annihilation. I don’t recall a massive end-is-nigh vibe in the early 1990s, unless you paid credence to alien conspiracy theories. But later on came Y2K, threatening to mess with everyone's computers and drop planes from the sky. Pre-millennium tensions were realised early in the next decade when some planes did "drop" from the sky – I think we’re still on at least an amber alert because of that. Recently, there's been pig flu, which I definitely thought would make medical face masks The Sartorialist’s trending look this winter. And before the cold war there were real wars, big ones – so I think I’ve answered the question myself. Anyway, at least we have Elvis. Here he is singing, metaphorically, about a time a bee stung him.
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