OPINION: Nightmares about all the rubbish out there
RECYCLING is once again the flavour of the month with the announcement on the weekend of the introduction of a deposit for beverage containers.
I can't for the life of me understand why it has taken this long. There was a deposit scheme operating when I was young; it was a nice little money-spinner for kids.
It has been the case also in South Australia for many years.
I understand it was the soft drink giants that have been against the plan, as they will be funding the buyback.
As the price of their products will probably be increased to cover it, I'm not quite sure what the problem was.
It's a great pity the powers that be have excluded the containers that are usually emptied in the home; if pinot grigio bottles were included I could be a millionaire in a few short years.
Living where I do now back in NSW, my garbage pickup service has been whittled down to one very small bin per week for landfill rubbish - as it should.
I had twice that in my last home as the area had a very low population and apparently what the council thought was an infinite amount of landfill areas in which to dump stuff.
Of course, that's what we all used to think; if only previous generations had applied some logic way back when and introduced recycling sooner, how much better off would the environment be now.
I read some time ago of studies conducted in the US where the garbage equivalent of archaeologists took core samples from way below the surface in rubbish dumps. They found that newspaper when buried in piles were intact - no breakdown had occurred in the preceding 40 years or so. Who knew?
As I mentioned recently in this column I had to buy some new furniture. Not much, as I believe in buying second-hand things where possible these days.
The new bed frames came in flat packs and I couldn't believe how much packaging was involved.
The cardboard boxes were okay as I recycled those, but the plastic bags and dreaded slabs of polystyrene were another matter altogether. It has taken six weeks to finally get rid of it all.
I've had nightmares about it.
And don't get me started on the junk mail.
I've always had a sticker on my letterbox wherever I've lived to stave it off but I've yet to buy one for this place.
On the weekend a young woman delivered a stack of catalogues that was more than 200mm thick, all for things I don't want to buy.
I was gobsmacked; I'm obviously out of touch with how bad it has become. And they were poking out of every letterbox in the street.
There's a lot of rubbish out there.