Rattling a national treasure’s front door makes you a world class c**t

IMAGINE six masked people turned up at the home of one of your elderly relatives, with one carrying what looks like a big stick.

You’d want a quiet word with said mob, wouldn’t you?

Maybe with the help of a scythe. But that’s what happened to national treasure Sir David Attenborough last week.

Six members of eco- headbanging mob Extinction Rebellion turned up at the 94- year- old’s front door for “a word”.

One was carrying an olive tree – which I hope has been checked for the devastating plant infection xylella, by the way.

Another was carrying a box of XR propaganda which they hoped to thrust on Sir David.

Now, I don’t reckon that a guy who has played with a family of mountain gorillas is easily frit – especially not by a gang of bean- slurpers in fancy dress.

But he’s 94, for God’s sake.

Pandemic

We are also in the middle of a pandemic that, while causing an illness that’s mildly uncomfortable for most of us, makes shorter work of OAPs than old Harry Shipman.

XR targeted Sir David because last month he warned the group that its law- breaking protests could alienate many people and deter them from taking action needed to save the planet.

Quite right.

Just five minutes watching one of his films and I’m turning off the lights, digging a wildlife pond and scowling at people for buying anything plastic.

Twenty seconds watching XR’s latest antics and I’m making a polar bear bonfire in the back yard.

Sir David Attenborough has spent a lifetime showing his fellow man the wonder of nature – and urging us to protect it.

XR, in the five minutes they’ve been around, have f** ked up people’s holidays, stopped them earning a living, and have even prevented relatives getting to dying loved ones.

How the F** K is that helping the cause of protecting the planet?

It just gets people’s backs up and makes them less receptive to the gentle common sense of people like Sir David.

Gaping

My guess is that these “me, me, f** king me” eco- showoffs were plucked from the teat too soon and so have spent their entire lives with a gaping hole in their souls.

A hole they fill by making themselves the star of their own insane soap opera.

And that apparently involves doorstepping a very old man who has done more for the cause of environmentalism than any other human alive.

If you really wanted to have “a conversation”, why not write, or email. Sir David’s even on f** king Instagram, you soft twats!

There’s a word for people who go rattling the front door of an old man for a half- arsed publicity stunt.

C** TS.