We are a plague on earth.
When I was born.
1990
Yep. Thanks.
Good year.
The population stood at just over five billion.
Five point two.
Five point two nine six actually
Five point two nine six and one.
She cheesily winks at him and points.
By the time I was twenty.
The population had increased
Drum roll
By thirty per cent.
That’s loads.
In my grandfather’s lifetime
Between 1900 and 2000
The increase in world population was
Three. Times. Greater.
Than during the entire previous history of humanity.
Going from one point six
To six point one
Billion people
In just over three billion seconds.
Michael and I
Met on stage
Population Pow wow
Coventry
2016
And from the second I saw her
Hell did we hate each other.
Michael was a paralegal with a degree in superiority.
Daisy was a ‘Poet’
Don’t do the air quotes.
Daisy was a poet ‘…’
We had ‘undeniable chemistry on stage’
And unbelievable rows offstage.
But it sort of…
Worked.
We launched a small Kickstarter
Funded almost exclusively by Daisy’s estranged wealthy pare[nts] /
And toured any conference centre,
Student Union
Or village hall who would have us.
It was hell.
Michael was attempting a vegan hygiene regime and smelt vaguely of kettle chips.
MICHAEL counts out on his fingers.
Daisy spent a week
Of both of our lives speaking
Only in haiku
We didn’t care for each other
But we both cared a lot about /
Population is the single greatest threat to humanity
But we can change that.
Simply educating men and women about population can have a huge impact.
When Iran introduced a national family-planning programme
1989
Its fertility rate fell from five point six births per woman
To two point six.
In a decade.
We shared a lot of cheap B&B rooms.
And stayed up late drinking conference-centre wine out of plastic cups.
Putting the world to rights.
King of the world for the next thirty seconds.
K
Go
Solve the NHS
Scrap private health care
Solve education
Scrap private schools
Solve immigration
Scrap borders
Solve wealth distribution
Scrap inheritance
Feed the world
Scrap
Eating
So much meat.
Solve population.
Scrap having babies.
Solve ageing population.
Scrap
Out of Time
Treating cancer?
That’s a lot of scrapping for thirty seconds.
I’m very scrappy.
When it comes to the three ‘F’ words.
Fuel.
Food.
And Fresh water.
We are
Fucked
Fucked
And Fucked.
And we are getting more fucked.
The more fucking
People are doing.
We didn’t get huge audiences.
Which, given we were acutely aware of how many people there were in the world
Was quite disheartening.
But we kept each other’s spirits up.
If you had to,
had to,
kill someone,
anyone in the world,
who would it be and how would you do it?
Donald Trump.
Wholly unoriginal and wholly unfeasible.
I’m very wily.
How would you do it?
Hit him.
Very ‘wily’.
With a newspaper.
Very. Ironic.
Seriously, try it. Don’t try it. But seriously.
Take like, twenty-three sheets.
‘Like’ twenty-three sheets?
Well twenty-two’s not strong enough, twenty-four’s not malleable enough.
Okay.
So right take twenty-three sheets.
Slide them apart by… three inches, roll it up,
Fold it in the middle,
Smash anything you wanna break with it.
Right.
And it’s environmentally friendly. How many murder weapons can you think of that are both recycled and recyclable....