I hate litter. It annoys me that people can’t be bothered to carry their rubbish sometimes 3 or 4 yards and drop it in a bin – they’d rather chuck it on my garden.
Even when I was at the V Festival I used the designated rubbish areas instead (like most other festival goers) of just dropping it.
Since the smoking ban came out here in the UK, there is now a veritable drift of cigarette butts outside most pubs and bars – as a reformed smoker (and there’s no worse!), this REALLY infuriates me.
Every now and then I’ll see someone throwing rubbish onto my front lawn and will see red, rip open the door and shout at them to not cover my beautifully manicured lawn (well, it did get mowed a couple of weeks ago…). This usually gets met with the kind of look a cow gives – pure dumb animal confusion (apologies to cows – in most cases they’d be far more intelligent than the neanderthals) – these people don’t even realise they’re doing wrong.
As a child, I was bought up with the Green Cross Code which taught many a kid how to safely cross a road (and this in the days before every household had 3 cars), we also had the ‘Charlie says…‘ adverts – scared the hell out of me so they obviously worked:
Check them out – of course as today’s youth mostly spend their time playing video games, they’re no longer relevant I suppose.
Ah childhood…mostly missed, but I hate Raleigh Chopper bikes since I fell off one and ended up in hospital for 11 days
