Blade was intrigued by the Guardian’s story yesterday about Coke, Innocent and their respective carbon footprints. It strikes Blade that, as ever, there are lies, lies and damned statistics, but that aside, being of late a peripatetic soul Blade found himself in the City of London yesterday afternoon. Indeed, he pens these words from the South Bank, to which he took himself after an evening of some merriment (Blade is a lucky man, with friends who have flats on the South Bank which they happily lend him).
Blade walked, as his wont, thereby saving money and failing to leave a footprint of any real import other than a literal one, when he skipped over the grass near the London Eye. But Blade also did something else. He felt inspired to pick up litter as he walked. Not too much of it, and nothing too unpleasant, but a few crisp packets, strips of newspaper, drink cans – that sort of thing. These he deposited in a bin, near his friend’s flat.
If we all walked to work, every day (if possible), and resolved to pick up and dispose of three pieces of litter, think how much cleaner London would be.
Blade is not alone in this seemingly eccentric preoccupation. The picture is of Rob the Rubbish, the father of Tim Kevan, who, among other Litter Heroes, frequently does his best to combat the detritus on our streets and in our countryside. Good work and long may it continue.
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