Gratified - is that the right word? (maybe smug?) - to report that the article that Mark Whitehead and I wrote on the governance of Covid 19 picks up on issues that are resurfacing at the moment, namely the government's "flirtation" with herd immunity and national government imposing restrictions on local communities without any consultation.
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1. What is Jersey’s political relationship with the UK?
2. Who wrote the novel “The Island of Doctor Moureau”? 3. Apart from the continental landmass of Australia, what is the world’s largest island? 4. On which fictional Caribbean island is Death in Paradise set? 5. What is the capital of the Isle of Man? 6. What separates the Isle of Wight from Hampshire? 7. What is the origin of the phrase “No man is an island”? 8. Who had a hit with “Island Girl” in the UK and US in 1975? 9. Which TV show “boasts” two former contestants and one former presenter committing suicide? 10. What is the Welsh name for the Isle of Anglesey? 11. Who wrote the 2003 novel “Shutter Island”, made into a film in 2010 by Martin Scorsese? 12. Where is Coney Island? 13. Which BBC sit-com is set and filmed “on” Barry Island? 14. What is Spanish name for the Falkland Islands? 15. Who was exiled to the island of Elba in 1814? 16. Island Life was an album by whom? We travel but we never see the grass crushed beneath our feet
Jet around the word, so free, (while) sisters perish in our heat So bright the light of faraway, such a dazzling place to be Back home, and what’s this called, this bloom, this bird, this tree? No time to learn of nature’s kin, so much world we must explore Clock up endless air-miles, experience more and more (and more) Experience, but we never know the creatures close at hand The shattered Earth is screaming now, forests turned to sand Earth give us the grace to see the world on which we tread Look down, look back, look homewards, the earth is blood and red Chorus Come down, come home to nature See what you might find Be with your brothers, sisters Travel deep inside Our footsteps across the Earth, are scorched into the soil Drink our fill of nature, trade its life-blood in for oil Exotic lands we have to roam, cultures we must possess Airlines fight to fill the skies, to get us there for less The last tourist in the Amazon, the last spall of coral reef The last member of a species, the last seed and flower and leaf If the world was our oyster, we have consumed it shell and all You mean the world to me, would mean we had a ball Dancing in the ashes, and spitting on the grave Of the family of nature, we were too far gone to save Chorus x 2 |
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