"The human world, it’s a mess! Life under the sea is better dan anyting dey got up dere!" As charming as he was, I always took the sub-aquatic fixations of that charismatic little Caribbean lobster with a grain of salt. The dude was on the payroll and the gig was to keep Ariel down home where Daddy wanted her. And besides, she was underage and Papa was the King of the Sea so you know, whatever, the little fella was just trying to make a dollar and provide a bit of dramatic tension on the side.**But after the epic fail at Copenhagen this weekend I think I’m now starting to see what that crazy little crustacean was banging on about. Check out Tuvalu, it’s totally going under already. Clearly the days are numbered for us air-breathing types and at this rate a puppy pretty much is just for Christmas. So we can either stand around with our heads in the sand, or just get on with it and make nice with all the slippery little suckers that’ll be shacking up in our living rooms soon enough anyway. "Darling it’s better down where its wetter, take it from me!"








