We had, last Sunday, The Leicester Caribbean Festival, here in Victoria Park. I usually stroll across and am generally in favour of the event. It is truly multi cultural and brings a sense of excitement into the city, with some elaborate floats on the backs of lorries and stalls selling Jerk Chicken and Goat Curry, all washed down with gallons of Red Stripe. There’s a lot of loud reggae played and a stage with a live act. Everybody has a good time and the law turn a blind eye to those smells that waft through the air, taking one back to college days. The whole thing’s over as the sun goes down and everybody goes home. What I can’t understand, is why they can’t take their rubbish home with them. A brisk walk across the park the following morning revealed an army of private contractors picking up a sea of litter, mostly called Igor and Perestroikavitch. The Caribbean community was not well represented. But, by lunchtime you wouldn’t know anything had ever happened.
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It may be interesting to note here that when that much reviled and stamped-upon section of the community, the pro-foxhunters (yes I'm one), oop from the country to protest in Hyde Park, the litter gangs had nothing to pick up from the grass afterwards. Not so much as a discarded puffa jacket or rolled-up copy of The Field.
Whereas all the stop the war lot (no bad thing, he said, trying to be balanced) left Hyde Park looking like Baghdad the day after. Interesting, eh?
Isn't this the Flanders and Swan: "The Gas Man Cometh" syndrome? The refrain was "It all makes work for the working man to do"!!
It's the same when you compare Netto or Aldi with Fortnum and Masons!!!
The last time I went to Fortnum's I thought I'd wandered into Forster's 'Howard's End', and felt moved to ask a sprightly young assistant if there was any news of the Kaiser.
I so love Fortnum's! I don't really know what Nettos are like; the one I passed recently seemed to have a lot of lurchers tied to the trolley-park rails. And in Aldi, when I tried to explain to the girl what Rillettes de Lapin were, she offered me a strange plastic buzzing thing with ears.
ahhh I agree, the rubbish is awful - I remember scavenging as a kid - you would be surprised at what treasure a 8yr old can find! ;)
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