A couple of weeks ago I wrote to our local rag reporting my recycling project. In it I explained what I was doing and why, namely that the street cleaners, according to a number that I have spoken while on my "rounds", simply do not have the time to recycle anything they find on the street. "If it isn't in a green sack it goes straight to landfill" appears to be their rule. Finally I asked what was so difficult about taking recyclable rubbish home to recycle it, and why so many people go for the chucking it into the gutter option. I also suggested some ways street cleaners could recycle material they pick up without taking up much time or expense.
They printed my letter, awarding it "letter of the week" status, but if I am to make a difference I need more column inches. So I have contacted someone on their features desk and they have said they will get back to me. So far zip. But the project continues.
This morning, I took a 3 km walk along a busy trunk road to our local supermarket in order to secure 6 months supply of aspirin and a bottle of whisky (14 year old "old oak" matured Glenfiddich: £25; £6 off) thereby ensuring the health of my arteries well into the future. En route I filled a large plastic bag with cans, glass and plastic bottles no less than 4 times, emptying it along the way in other people's green sacks, uncollected from the yesterday owing to the Public Services strike. This constitutes the better part of 2 completely filled green sacks.
This is how I like to operate now: making less specific collecting forays and more collecting while on other missions, like shopping. And as for my quest for publicity, it ain't over.
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