Litter people
This morning, a scenario happened which has taken place a hundred times before: I was walking out of the train station, when the wind brought a load of brick dust and plastic cups in my direction, sort of battering me in a really low-fi way. I swore, of course, as this is the very last thing you want to experience on the way to work. I then spent the next five minutes a) trying to get grit out of my More
