Because Liv Torc, Beryl the Feral and I are running a Transition Town workshop next year (Jan 17th) looking ahead to the year 2030  as part of the Transition Town Totnes Energy Descent Pathways Project (I think), and because I've been making a short film with Andrew Brown about the Transition Town movement, it seemed a very good idea to ask the audience to respond to the theme: 2030 - what are you like? So we did. This is what they came up with, edited by Liv Torc. (You can hear the live version on Traydio, here.)

2030 what are you like?

Like 1930 but 100 years older

Free vegetable gardens on every roadside ditch

More communal meals – let’s eat the rich

Upside down and back to front

You’re beautifully seedy, much less greedy – not needy

2030, the outlook is bleak

But will it mean I’ll be more of a freak?

Will there still be seven days in the week?

Or are we on a winning streak?

Totnes Castle, covered in grass,

Your-round salads, rather than grass

Pavilions potatoes, Civic Hall spuds

Bridgetown bananas, not Follaton Floods

2030 – Happy and dirty, gardening madly, hairdrying badly,

Shivering or baking, digging and co-operating,

Alive and connected or ill and dejected.

Water mills, windmills, tank traps, mines,

Get off this land, it’s all mine

More toil, less toiletries

More bluebells, less consols

More ‘we’, less ‘wii’ !!

No salad dressing? Oil live without.

For oil and gas we really won’t care

Our energy will come from what we share

72 and 11/12, canning, jamming, baking, making wonder woman

Voluptuous vegetables

Windmills, hydroelectric power and cycle lanes

The year is 2030, I’m 66, old and dirty, and the planet isn’t far behind,

the filthiness raging through my senile mind

2030, I’ll be 74 then! We’ll walkeverywhere. And maybe, we’ll smile more.

Age 60, you and me, 2030, flirty, fungus-munching, down’n’dirty

Smelling gloriously of woodsmoke

You warmed to Totnes and didn’t peak too early

2030 – Jerri’s bird has had a son

Who’s left the trifle for an organic bun…

Like 2029, but just a little bit older

Older, wiser, with the wry smile of a Bodhisattva

But that’s another chapter

Re-open the old railway lines

2030, when all done and said, I might be peaceful, possibly dead

Six foot under, in a biodegradable box,

Pushing up daisies, generating organic compost!

The new solar-powered Tate Totnes opens to rave reviews

With Damien Hirst’s piece “Scrotum Pole” polarizing views

Hopefully we’ll have invented teleportation…