― mark s, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
i am old and was brought up tidy outside by dint of mum whacking me over the head when i wasn't => my pocketses are full of ancient trash
― RickyT, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Mmmmm, sweeties...
― Sarah, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel --, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― katie, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― nathalie, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Graham, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jeff W, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Archel, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I even found myself carrying round a receipt for some unspecified Royal Albert Hall event (£100 a ticket! That's what piqued my interest) that I spied on the ground while waiting for a 52 bus in Kensington at the weekend. Some woman from St Austell. Having picked it up, this piece of detritus became MY responsibility, and I had to deliver it to a bin near Victoria.
I've written a terse letter to aforementioned Cornish lady. No wonder they shut the tin mines. Full of BLOODY RUBBISH.
― Michael Jones, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
and ps i wuv michaeljones, heheh!
― Emma, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
oops i take it back about fatboy slim, he's helping fund the cleanup after all!
For some reason in my neighborhood littering is done consistently and without shame. When I get home from work there will be trash to pick up just like there is everyday, it's demoralizing.
― lawrence kansas, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore, Monday, 15 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Matt, Thursday, 18 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)