25 Feb - Random ones
I hate series, they overstay their welcome. Occasionally I catch sight of ten mins of Desperate Housewives or Heroes or Lost and wonder about the sad folk who stick by these shows which become a con, a trick, a waste of your time since they meander implausibly. I know implausible is actually how life can be sometimes but episode after episode of 'unrealism' gets on my nerves. Sorry enough.
I'm a recycler since year dot so by washing the plastic containers before putting in recycle paper bin after a dinner party where lots of food came in nice trays that went straight in the oven or contained vegetables or puddings and so on, am astounded at the mountain of plastic thus created. I have no objection to Mumbai/Daravi slum style rummaging to sort out plastics into more usable recycling. If I had space to keep just my own in a barn or something and sell at the end of one year I'd make money and I'm one of a family of 2 who buy 80% fresh and cook from scratch. The amount generated by those with ready dinners 5 nights a week and so on must be horrifying.
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