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I hate the hand that comes out of a car and just drops litter in the street. I hate that! For some reason, it just fills me with fury! It's just utter laziness, lack of interest in other people, lack of interest in the planet, in the hedgehog who might eat the plastic bag, it's a lack of concern.
I see litter as part of a long continuum of anti-social behaviour.
I would teach U.K. parents how to stop their children throwing litter. London is a beautiful city but its streets are disgusting.
In the countryside, litter doesn't have a friend. It doesn't have anybody who's saying, 'Wait a minute, this is really starting to get out of control.'
There was one 'crime' during the whole time I was at school, when a fountain pen went missing. Stealing just didn't happen. I was taught not to shoplift, not to steal, not to behave badly. We weren't even allowed to drop litter.
The interesting thing about being a mother is that everyone wants pets, but no one but me cleans the kitty litter.
I loved performing; I was always trying to impress my siblings by being a clown. I think that came from being the runt of the litter.
There aren't many things that are universally cool, and it's cool not to litter. I'd never do it.
The eldest and biggest of the litter was a dog cub, and when he drew his first breath he was less than five inches long from his nose to where his tail joined his back-bone.
Of all the failed technologies that litter the onward march of science - steam carriages, zeppelins, armoured trains - none has been so catastrophic to prosperity as the last century's attempt to generate electricity from nuclear fission.
