In the depths of the global crunch, why would anyone want to waste precious money on pointless junk that ends up in the trashcan after a couple of uses?
But sales of consumer nonsense are still rocketing – stuff such as wand-shaped TV remote controls, desk-top hoovers, and electric toothbrushes costing hundreds of pounds. Even a hollow plastic golf-club you can wee into while playing a round (don’t show it to Tiger Woods, please). We’re still madly addicted to consumption.
Yes, I know, long time no natter, well, I’ve been up to my ears talking rubbish!
I’ve been doing lots of Lit Fests which are great fun and doing talks around the country on ways to cut the crud out of your life and save yourself a fortune in the process (by the way, if you’re interested in booking me, click here).
And today, I’m about to pack my bag and head to Brighton beach!
On Monday, I’m driving with a delightful handful of planet-loving celebs in the Eco-Rally 2009 (get me, the little ‘Z’ lister!)…
I came across the Landfill Prize earlier this year whilst chatting to my good friend author Carl Honoré, who’d been signed up as a judge; incidentally, he’s also one of my celebrity case studies in the book.