Remains of the day

Was rather taken aback by the amount of rubbish at the Notting Hill Carnival, and the absence of bins! One had to dispose of one's skewer/curry bowl/coconut/can & c by balancing it precariously on the corner of a Box, which was stacked in a teetering pile of Boxes, serving as Bins of a Sort. Others tossed chicken legs and leftovers on the ground. It is hard to remain dignified whilst rolling one's heel over a greasy chicken leg when dancing and wearing Lolita shoes (with bows) & a sarong-trouser suit.

In Japan, recycling bays were everywhere at big events like this. Interesting too is that since my move to Blighty, my everyday household bins have been reduced from this ...

to this...



The bin at the front, right, is food waste which will of course break down fragrantly and naturally. Behind that, the tins, paper packaging & c are said to be recycled (although their lack of separation at home has me suspicious they are not recycled properly by the collectors). The bin on the left goes straight to landfill: mostly plastic packaging and everything else. Ye Guide to Recycling brochure places lots of emphasis on the food disposal, as if this is a radical idea. Please refer to the Far East for some recycling tips, Bury-Me-Under Park Council! *waggles finger in an easterly direction*