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hirezAfter the mental wossname in finding the name of Davenports brewery last night
[Aside: I have no real idea if they were any use. Certainly, all seventies beer was horrible and the centre of horribleness was concentrated in the M&B brewery. I don't know what happened to 'Brew 11' but I hope it was a dreadful occurance that is even now spoken of in hushed tones. There was another one, but the name has thankfully slid snot-like from my brain. Courage AK hasn't though. ]
gurgled away, it left several questions standing there like surprised shipwrecks.
The first one is...
Milkbottles. I'm vaguely trying to find some documentation on the interwebnets about the economics of bottle recycling and what happened to Tetrapak cartons. Other than finding out that recycled glass is called cullet, Google just manages to point me at a succession of northern Californians going 'Plastic's bad, m'kay?' And yes I bloody know that I have my milk delivered by a bloke in an electric chariot who pitches up at stupid AM. At least I fondly imagine it's a bloke. I've never seen him (or her or it), I've just heard the rising whirr and clank that makes the place sound like an Ealing comedy or Norman Wisdom not-comedy-at-all-I-don't-care-what-the-Albanians-think. It could be Sharon Stone for all I know. Imagine that. Or a robot made up of an autonomous collective of toasters acting for the common good. Mind, anarchist toasters would probably want to keep the bottles in case of an Uprising or Civil Disturbance. I wonder if a Civil Disturbance (as opposed to the Uncivil sort) would be the start of the Chappist Revolution? Who can say?
[Aside: I have no real idea if they were any use. Certainly, all seventies beer was horrible and the centre of horribleness was concentrated in the M&B brewery. I don't know what happened to 'Brew 11' but I hope it was a dreadful occurance that is even now spoken of in hushed tones. There was another one, but the name has thankfully slid snot-like from my brain. Courage AK hasn't though. ]
gurgled away, it left several questions standing there like surprised shipwrecks.
The first one is...
Milkbottles. I'm vaguely trying to find some documentation on the interwebnets about the economics of bottle recycling and what happened to Tetrapak cartons. Other than finding out that recycled glass is called cullet, Google just manages to point me at a succession of northern Californians going 'Plastic's bad, m'kay?' And yes I bloody know that I have my milk delivered by a bloke in an electric chariot who pitches up at stupid AM. At least I fondly imagine it's a bloke. I've never seen him (or her or it), I've just heard the rising whirr and clank that makes the place sound like an Ealing comedy or Norman Wisdom not-comedy-at-all-I-don't-care-what-the-Albanians-think. It could be Sharon Stone for all I know. Imagine that. Or a robot made up of an autonomous collective of toasters acting for the common good. Mind, anarchist toasters would probably want to keep the bottles in case of an Uprising or Civil Disturbance. I wonder if a Civil Disturbance (as opposed to the Uncivil sort) would be the start of the Chappist Revolution? Who can say?
