The two week beano known as COP22 is now underway in Marrakesh.
Altogether, 25903 participants are having the time of their lives (well, at least until they heard Trump had got elected, and might pull the plug on their jollies earnest endeavours.)
http://unfccc.int/resource/docs/2016/cop22/eng/misc02p03.pdf
According to the registrations, an average of 92 participants per country have attended, which seems an incredible number.
The UK has been quite conservative and only sent 47 ministers and civil servants, although our lords and masters in Brussels have also sent another 94.
Needless to say, hundreds of NGOs have sent thousands of attendees as well. After all, anything is better than getting a proper job.
For some reason, even two-jags himself, John Prescott, has wangled a place on the trip, as a representative of the Council of Europe.
We already know that little will be achieved. Developing countries will be asking where the money they were promised has gone, the US and EU will imperiously demand that everybody else takes the subject seriously, and the Chinese and Indians will just carry on regardless.
At the end, there will be much backslapping and some meaningless form of words will be found to prove that it was all worth it in the end.
Finally, they will decide on a suitably agreeable location for COP23.
In the meantime the whiney NGOs will bore everybody to tears with their holier than thou platitudes, gender equality and yooff.
But did any of this really need 25000 people?
In the words of Crosby, Stills and Nash:
Wouldn’t you know we’re riding on the Marrakesh Express
Wouldn’t you know we’re riding on the Marrakesh Express
They’re taking me to Marrakesh
All on board the train, all on board the train
All on board
Ref.: https://notalotofpeopleknowthat.wordpress.com/2016/11/13/the-marrakesh-express/
