Somewhere to play.

Rubbish

Rubbish, we have heaps of rubbish ...

As a result of modern living, man, modern man; (the one who owns two cars, lives in an unpaid-mortaged-abode, have 2,5 kids, and work 9 to 5, that one) produces heaps of rubbish every year.

The stats are there; the system which is huge, feeds the monster, which lives in a landfill somewhere.

Tons and tons of feed.

Ever so slowly, man is looking at all this seriously, and beginning to 'mine' this asset.

Scrap, normal run of the mill scrap is well known. Old and smashed cars are in this graveyard.

I actually own my own scrapyard, fair enough, it's called recycling, it sounds better than a scrapyard.
Still the same thing.

There they are, sorted;- one cent scrap, so much per weight, two cent scrap, so much per item, and then the jewels of the operation, so much per ounce or pound.

I am still saving up my hoard for a rainy day, and my son markets it as he sees rain every day.

Where is this going, into big business, and this is now part of my safe little world.

Big business.

The new buzz word, a 'thing' on my doorstep, who has invited itself into my world. Big business.

More on this is to come.