Bless our cotton socks, we’re a great nation to get introduced to an idea and run with it. Thirty years ago, I was a sticky happy kid, sitting in the back of the car at the dump, watching people fling bags of rubbish out of the boot like it was a national pastime. Radios, leftover food,…
Bludgeoned into submission by active greens over the last twenty years does tend to leave an impression. Not being the earthiest of citizens, the habit of recycling was something that crept up on me slowly at first, made a serious acceleration when pay-by-weight refuse collection came into place and finished off at a rubber burning…
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