Showing posts with label rubbish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rubbish. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

If you're going to leave your trash on the ferry...

... at least make sure it looks like a work of art.

Monday, April 29, 2013

Glass recycling... finally!

After years of campaigning, Mui Wo finally has glass and electronics recycling bins. These are in the rubbish area next to the seafood centre but there are some beside the swimming pool complex too. 
Sure makes you feel less guilty about boozing, doesn't it?
The bins are part of a trial run. If you want them to stay, or to request bins near your home, call 1823 and give your feedback.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Chewing gum alert

Singapore may have been right to ban chewing gum. Someone very "kindly" stuck their leftovers on the seat in the ferry and now I have it on my fleece, my shirt and my hair.

Have spent the whole morning trying to get it out but, as you know, gum is really tenacious. That's my fleece after a morning's hard labour.

Hot water might just get it off the material but I think the hair might just have to go. Not a happy bunny, grrrrr!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Squash those litterbugs

I don't mind that people eat (sometimes very strong smelling stuff) on the ferries.

But what I do mind is accidentally sitting down on a food-stained tissue or banging my knee against a smelly styrofoam cup with curry sauce dregs stuffed into the seat.

The other day, I stepped on a piece of chewing gum which followed me all the way to work in the MTR.

Every time I get off the ferry I pass seats with trash left behind by commuters. I can understand leaving behind the newspapers... maybe the ferry crew can sell them for some money... but what about those empty bottles and styrofoam food containers?

The ferry crew are not servants; they are professional seamen.

So why do they have to pick up after these litterbugs?

I was stewing (silently) over this yesterday when a guy - who is my anti-litter hero now - spoke up. Picking up a discarded bottle, he asked the culprit, oh so politely: "I believe this is yours?"

Good on you, mate!