Peak Oil at the Fish Fryer

The Meejah is rife with every hack journo from Arsebags-on-Sea to Pithcairneynockers talking or wittering about 'Global Warming'.

Finally having woken up to what was a really important issue of major significance, five years or more ago the wordists have decided that this is really important.

Sadly the more pressing concern of how to run all this machinery type stuff raises its head now and then and goes relatively unnoticed.

In short, Peak oil. Whassat you say? Peak oil.
My simple exposition:

It is the phenom that we are running low on the black stuff, which our entire civilisation runneth upon and that's like, really bad.

'Ah it's those evil oil corporations' you cry.

Actually, not really, it's the fact that the world uses roughly 84-85 million or so barrels of oil per day in everything from fertiliser, ball point pens, printer ink, food production, medication, heating, power generation and oh transportation.

At most the barrels of oil being pumped out are approx. 85-86 million per day, depending upon the weather, political stability, who's not speaking to whom etc.

With more people in developing nations like India, China, Vietnam etc all wanting to live like us in the 'west', there's more competition for oil to run cars, have more fertiliser, more bal point pens etc.

That's okay says you, we'll run our cars on fish and chip shop oil and cellulosic ethanol:

http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&q=cellulosic+ethanol&btnG=Google+Search&meta=

Well I wish, unfortunately most of these alternative technologies use more energy to produce than you get from them. Even Cellulosic Ethanol which is one of the best of these, because you use all the non-food parts (waste-stalks, leaves etc) of corn etc.

Oh dear, what are we gonna do? How about Bicycles? Use the car less, live closer to your work, quality public transport (every city over 100, 000 should have a reliable tram system for a start off).

The future means change, change is just different tommorrow than today.
But does this mean that I will have to:

A) meet the wife of my dreams via a chance encounter on public transport?
B) Travel less distance to meet my wife?
C) Import wife from foreign climes and feel guilty about the air miles that the gorgeous pussy-in-boots Svetlana is (at least she's organic)?