Last night we spent the evening in Reading, where we went to see a spanish band. They haven’t been playing together for long, and only have six songs, three of which are covers; but for all that, they had a good sound and pleasant singing voices. Pete’s band could out-perform them with their hands tied behind their backs, but that’s beside the point, because Pete’s band never performs at all. Boo.
We take the train to and from Reading, because it’s only a short ride, and an even shorter walk home from the station. We like to get on at the first door and walk down through the carriages, collecting all the newspapers that have been abandoned during the day. They are mostly Metros and Evening Standards, but we usually get one Times and some gutterpress. Then we read the papers or do the sudokos (which is good, if you have five copies of the paper, because when you go wrong you can start again; or you can race against each other. Pete wins, of course).
When we get home, we take the papers with us and put them in the recycling box, because I know that South West Trains would just send them to landfill. Pete’s mum says that recycling is done by cowboys, and doesn’t make you green at all; but that’s another story.
Are the cowboys imported from Texas or recycled from used up YOBs?
In Dublin, when you get the DART into town in the morning, there’s (naturally) a guy giving out Metro’s and Herald AM’s (another Metro-ish free rag) in the suburban stations, but there’s also people in the City Centre stations collecting used papers and putting them in recycling bins. We totally rock here in Dublin.
But apparently it takes 7 months to get a phone line installed, so it’s not all good.