By Isy Paulus
A beautiful October morning, crisp, cold, the sun is shining. You wrap up warm, with scarves, gloves, those funny baggy hats that everyone wears, and brave the cold. You step outside and take a deep breath…of the smell of refuse. Its odour is distinct, nose-hair-prickling: rotten banana skins, three- week-old pizza boxes and decomposing raw chicken.
As you step over the bags of rubbish lining the street and try to ignore the definite sound of rustling from the bins, you proceed in your walk to uni. Dodging rotten apple cores and beer cans, stepping over furry balls that you suspect are unidentified woodland creatures, it becomes clear that there is no ignoring this mess.
Our once beautiful (well...tolerable) streets are literally rubbish dumps. We support you bin men and this strike – we do, we’re liberal students, after all – but what do you expect us to do with our rubbish? We have no car and why would we know where the nearest dump is?
Council, get your act together, this is disgusting. And I’m sure if pressed we could make a connection between this and swine flu... do you really want that on your conscience? Do you??
How would you prefer to spend your extra 400 calories a day over the festive period?
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