since i have declared myself freelance, i now spend a lot of time in my dressing gown. it’s fun. recently i was excited to find out that the recycling in brighton is daily and all you have to do is leave an assorted box outside on the doorstep. i heard them this morning, donned the dressing gown, and peered down outside my window to see how it works, and about men were personally sorting through the boxes and dumping the materials in the correct pockets of their recycle truck. as one man sorted through the papers and magazines, he came across a copy of heat, paused for a moment to scan the cover, dumped the remaining content of the box keeping the heat magazine as he walked back to the cab