I don’t get the upset about the loss a bag. A wispy, fly away plastic piece of tracing paper. In this world of trauma, of a heart breaking refuge crisis, of poverty and war and downright injustice, it’s odd how we are up in arms over bags of shopping that hold our loo roll and mince.
This week in England large shops and supermarket chains have started charging customers 5p for large carrier bags, hauling them in line with other parts of the UK that have had charges for several years. And boy, oh boy is there an uproar. But, why? When I was a kid, there was a minimum supply of plastic bags. Sure, back in the early 80s there was minimum everything – good TV, phones that didn’t dial right round, pizzas that weren’t sold in towers of tens – but hey, we had arms and legs and we were good at carrying boxes – yes, children, old fruit boxes – of food up the hill because if you carried a bustle of plastic bags four miles home, then you’d have no skin left on your palms by the time you got there.
Mercifully, a fair good few on Twitter have reacted with humour:
But then there are the moaners….
It’s mad as cheese. It’s just a bag, so get used to change people of England, just like we had to all the time growing up. Recycle, use a bag for life – France have been doing that for years. You can’t even buy a plastic bag over there, and god forbid if you make the catastrophic mistake of asking the woman at the till for one. They are VERY good at deathly stares.
Sadly, though, rather like the format of the XFactor, some things don’t change, no matter how many years we have under out belt. In this case, we’re talking about our blessed national newspapers. Yep, if they were to be believed, you’d think the humble plastic bag was a terrorist attack waiting to happen. It’s nuts.
And on that note, I’ll leave you with this – actual front pages of today’s Daily Mail and Daily Mirror… Quick! There’s a plastic bag. Run. For. Your. Lives…
What do you think? Post your thoughts below…