Well, by the looks if it, out of all the readers of this blog, only two have grabbed themselves free gravatars.
"Bad form", says I.
The dull rumble of the trolley on the pavement...
The sound of footsteps on the garden path...
The familiar squeak as the letterbox opens...
The sharp clang as it springs back to the closed position...
The heavy thud as the local weekly free-paper hits the floor.
Thud? Free-paper? Surely not.
Yep, this one:
But it only weighs in at 75g.
The reason for the thud?
All of this crap that's stuffed inside it:
Small wonder the folks that deliver this lot to each house have shoulders like tallboys and knuckles that drag on the ground. This lot weighs in at 922g, that's 2lb 1/4oz in old money.
Predictably, all of the associated crap went directly into the recycling bin.
What a waste of effort.
Oh, and the main feature on the front page of the free-paper? It's all about the local council's recycling scheme.
😕