i just had to call 999 - the britsh version of 911. i fight broke out in the chicken shop over a girl and someone was stabbed. nice.
i know i joke about living in the ghetto, but my neighboorhood is seriously going downhill beyond general ghetto standards.
update: i just gave a statement to the most yummy ginger bobby.
the girl is ok, but there's a chav who has been beat up quite badly. and apparently it's not the first time it's happened to him in the chicken shop.
a fantastic thunder storm just errupted outside my window. a lovely warm summer downpour. the kind you want to stand in. i don't have a back garden, and i wasn't about to stand on the street in front of the chicken shop so i decided to hang out my window to enjoy the smell and cool 
refreshing air. my joy was short lived, look what i saw! ewwwwww! chicken bones on my window sill. and a juice box? come on! i blame the ferral pigeons for the bones, but i doubt they'd carry a juice box up to my window. i'm really looking forward to moving. my next london flat will not be near a chicken shop. and it'll have an oven, tub and washing machine.
i used to mock the uk for being very behind the times when it came to environmental issues. but i've recently come to discover, it's not all bad here, the government is sometimes trying to be green.
the point of all this is that i'm having an issue with my recycling. my borough has only recently implimented a recycling plan.
gasp horror! only recently?!
yes, only recently. it's not the first area in the london sprawl made to recycle, but it's also not the last. the problem is that my recycling hasn't been picked up for a month. my block is no longer in the computer system. no one knows how it happened, and so of course no one knows what to do. i started to get into a flap over this but then noticed something yesterday morning. the recycling truck came down my street and i watched as everyone else's recycling got picked up. there was no sorting, there was no seperating, there was no distinction between rubbish and recycling. a large, pink rubbish lorry collects the recycling -from the hot pink recycling bag- and crushes it all together. how can that work? surely it's easier to seperate first, instead of picking bits of broken glass out of the cardboard.
then it all started coming together in my head. recently watched bbc documentaries came flooding back. rumours in the news flashed into my head. apparently, a british journalist travelled to china, sorted through the dumped recycling and retrieved a bank stamement from someone in yorkshire.
but then i read that china is buying the recycling as fast as it can. i just don't know what to think.
trying to live a greener lifestyle because i'm an evil petrol consumer, is not the easy way to go.
oh a happier note, i got a new mobile and know exactly what i'm going to do with my old one! i'm going to dedicate a tree.
