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THE DAILY MIRROR 4th July 1972

DOOMED – BUT WHO IS TO BLAME?
Mary Malone's views

Come on, Jim, don't be maudlin, chided the scientist's wife. 'All you're guilty of is trying to save the world.' And there is the problem in a nut shell. Some folk can't help playing Atlas.
Quist and his team in DOOMWATCH (BBC-1) carry the burdens of collective conscience with all the airs of people who are martyrs to lumbago.
It's the good, large generalised moan that keeps them going.
You've only to say to a Doomwatch fan 'How are things today' to be pinned against the wall for an hour while the woes drown you.
It satisfies him: it crushes you.

SPICED

The Doomwatch canvas is broad and long. On its (loom) the tapestry will never finish. As they struggles to cope with the advantages and dis-advantages of a spiced contraceptive with built in libido as an incentive to population control Dr. Quist threw in a couple of beautiful come ons.
'But what', he asks, 'about the recent Concorde atmosphere pollution figures? And the death of plankton in the Med?'
What indeed?
With the tidal wave on its way, world starvation round the corner, and the planet about to go bang, who cares about the little irritations in (life)?
Well, the WORLD IN ACTION team do. Pollution and aggravation to them was bolted down to the suffering of the small town of Northfleet in Kent where the mysterious THEY have allowed a cement factory to go up.
Not just a factory, but the biggest in Europe. (Causing) consequently not just an irritation but the biggest you can imagine.
Dust from the works gets into everything like sand in the sandwiches on a seaside picnic.
It ruins the washing, seeps into every corner of the house, half blinds the kiddies and lies like a blanket over the town.
Far from waffling vaguely about the dangers tramping in our midst, the programme got down to the brass tacks. Who done it – how and why.

BUNCH

It turns out that the only people the good folk of Northfleet can blame for the twenty four hour nuisance that is blighting their life are a bunch of secretive Civil Servants called the Alkali Inspectorate who said it would be no bother and rubber stamped their permission which went to the Government, to the county council and gleefully, to the company.
Now this is more like it. Moralising and (striking adventures) as in Doomwatch is all very noble, but it doesn't shut cement works. Naming the (blamed and pointing the finger) at the (----) just might.

With thanks to Andrew Wilson and Michael Seely