“Why are your photos all rubbish?” asks a friend. Well I wouldn’t say they are ll rubbish, but I sure do snap a lot of rubbish, because rubbish is ever-changing and inspirational, and behind everyone’s rubbish there is a story of what has been. And rubbish is all our former aspirations or dreams come true that are now broken, or have been cast aside because we have new and consummer-led aspirational dreams.

This morning at the recycling bins down by the supermarket, a discarded chair and a toilet seat – I hope these throwers-away of convenient seats have something new to sit on.