Toilets and Bins
I have been busy for a while. Yesterday I was at the BBC where I am known as the guy who writes the loo reviews. They are continuing on the beeb site so if you are familiar with and are missing the impact column then the section can be found through the following address:
www.bbc.co.uk/nottingham/features/loo_reviews/index.shtml
They are great fun to write and should provide a space for angry ranting away from my blog. Work at Squares is also very busy at the moment. I have this afternoon off and the time feels like a slice of lemon I need to squeeze all the juice from. Tomorrow I am on a day shift and a night shift (A so called 'split', which I believe to be illegal) and the same is true on Friday. With Saturday night thrown into the mix I will be truly exhausted come Sunday. I think the playworker vacancy I applied for might be in the pipeline as one of the references I supplied has been contacted.
This morning I slept in until 11, when I was meant to begin my shift. I actually woke at 9 but told myself I would lie awake and enjoy the warmth for a few minutes. Of course what everyone knows about how difficult it is to not fall back to sleep is lost on you when you are actually in bed. I didn't care though. I am cultivating a less anxious approach to life-especially with this job, which is not worth getting stressed about. The reason for my temporal indiscretion? After last night's shift I embarked on my first forray into freeganism. For those unfamiliar with this, it is basically a buzz-word term that means eating out of bins. I am deeply in love with the idea of salvaging the kilo upon kilo of perfectly eatable food that I am sure Supermarkets throw away each day and I decided I would pop down to Sainsbury's for a look at what they had to offer. Unfortunately they must be aware of the illegality of taking stuff from bins (it is stealing) and, in a bid to deter would-be freegans, they have a well fortified fence surrounding their bins. Even were it not for this security precaution, I would have been seen by the late night delivery boys. It was deeply disappointing, I had pictured an exhilarating hop over a small fence into a dark paddock full of tins of beans and expensive jars of olives. It wasn't to be. After a desultory prowl past McDonalds and The American Grille I came into town and Investigated the bins behind some of the pubs and restaurants. I know Squares barely throws away anything edible but I figured a proper eatery would have plenty of excess food that must get chucked. So far the most promising has been Pizza Hut, which has well positioned bins in a dark alley. Does anyone reading this have any suggestions as to how I might make my forraging more profitable? Short of two balloons-promotional material sent to The Old Salutation by a brewer- I am yet to get anything. I suspect I may have to get rummaging and I am a bit nervous about this as we throw alot of things away at Squares that I would hate to go anywhere near.
I have been busy for a while. Yesterday I was at the BBC where I am known as the guy who writes the loo reviews. They are continuing on the beeb site so if you are familiar with and are missing the impact column then the section can be found through the following address:
www.bbc.co.uk/nottingham/features/loo_reviews/index.shtml
They are great fun to write and should provide a space for angry ranting away from my blog. Work at Squares is also very busy at the moment. I have this afternoon off and the time feels like a slice of lemon I need to squeeze all the juice from. Tomorrow I am on a day shift and a night shift (A so called 'split', which I believe to be illegal) and the same is true on Friday. With Saturday night thrown into the mix I will be truly exhausted come Sunday. I think the playworker vacancy I applied for might be in the pipeline as one of the references I supplied has been contacted.
This morning I slept in until 11, when I was meant to begin my shift. I actually woke at 9 but told myself I would lie awake and enjoy the warmth for a few minutes. Of course what everyone knows about how difficult it is to not fall back to sleep is lost on you when you are actually in bed. I didn't care though. I am cultivating a less anxious approach to life-especially with this job, which is not worth getting stressed about. The reason for my temporal indiscretion? After last night's shift I embarked on my first forray into freeganism. For those unfamiliar with this, it is basically a buzz-word term that means eating out of bins. I am deeply in love with the idea of salvaging the kilo upon kilo of perfectly eatable food that I am sure Supermarkets throw away each day and I decided I would pop down to Sainsbury's for a look at what they had to offer. Unfortunately they must be aware of the illegality of taking stuff from bins (it is stealing) and, in a bid to deter would-be freegans, they have a well fortified fence surrounding their bins. Even were it not for this security precaution, I would have been seen by the late night delivery boys. It was deeply disappointing, I had pictured an exhilarating hop over a small fence into a dark paddock full of tins of beans and expensive jars of olives. It wasn't to be. After a desultory prowl past McDonalds and The American Grille I came into town and Investigated the bins behind some of the pubs and restaurants. I know Squares barely throws away anything edible but I figured a proper eatery would have plenty of excess food that must get chucked. So far the most promising has been Pizza Hut, which has well positioned bins in a dark alley. Does anyone reading this have any suggestions as to how I might make my forraging more profitable? Short of two balloons-promotional material sent to The Old Salutation by a brewer- I am yet to get anything. I suspect I may have to get rummaging and I am a bit nervous about this as we throw alot of things away at Squares that I would hate to go anywhere near.
posted by huwtube at 3:35 pm
2 Comments:
Huw, I'm increasingly picturing you as some kind of bearded, growling wildman - like Tom Waits, basically. Not that this is a bad thing - we all need a bit of the bone machine in our lives. However, whilst I applaud the ingenuity of the bin-foraging scheme, be careful what you put on things like this - anyone can see them, and I hear occasionally tales of employers searching for their employees' or prospective employees' blogs and online idenities for incriminating evidence. There's no such thing as private on the internet...
My name is not anonymous, it's Jessie. Honestly, just because I don't have a blog.
My biggest success in London has been with fruit stalls and fruit markets that often leave stacks of boxes, sometimes with left-over fruit and veg in, waiting to be picked up by the bin-men. If you look along any highstreet at night you'll often see rubbish bags and boxes left out by smaller shops that don't have their own yards to lock their bins up in. Where are the bins for the market stalls in the victoria centre? All the big supermarket bins I've managed to access have actaully been padlocked as well as kept behind big walls. Meanies. Someone told me they take such trouble because it's actually illegal for supermarkets in England to allow their stuff to be distributed. Move to Germany I say- tonnes of lovely supermarket left-overs there.
x Juice
oooooooo can I help next time I'm in Nottingham?
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