I had a caretaker* refuse to empty the bin in my UEA office today as it was ‘contaminated.’ It’s only supposed to have paper in it; it had a banana skin too – this was the contamination. I offered to remove the offending item but that would have been a meaningless and futile gesture – the ‘contamination’ had already occurred and was irreversible. What was I to do with the contents then? I asked. The answer was that I had to walk three paces across the corridor and empty the whole of the infested material into a different bin, one that could deal with this post-nuclear-type situation. This other totally hardcore vessel was of the flip-top plastic variety, like you have in the kitchen.
- deliberate provocation for the thought police