Feed the Subaru, Not the Scroungers

Pause a moment, if you will, to admire the car-crash Osbornomical Britishness of this: as a North Atlantic island nation which has occasional access to wind and waves, and which has recently changed from a net exporter of wheat to a net importer, we are opening the biggest establishment yet dedicated to the burning of wheat. The timing is all the more brilliant in that the previous biggest such establishment, which is all of two years old, has been offline since the spring because of the high cost of feed stock. Perhaps because of the unfortunate location (somewhere or other north of Cambridgeshire), it does not appear that anyone from the greenest government ever was available to cut the ribbon, as Britain's Head Boy recently did at the London Array; and this despite the possibility that biofuel production will turn conserved areas into cash-crop farms, increase greenhouse emissions and starve the proles into the bargain.