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Waste Stories has moved

As Anna has moved the University of Glasgow, and Hannah will shortly be following suit, Waste Stories has moved. You can visit our new site at https://wastestories.org.uk/.

Sic transit gloria

  I know I will get accused of being a spoilsport, but: can we please ban foiletti – and their cousins, metallic party balloons? Governments in the UK have recently moved to ban “single use” plastics. The Scottish Government has positionined itself as leading the way in this respect. As part of the fanfare surrounding Read More…

Spilt milk

There is no point crying over spilt milk.  A saying, that until last week I would have wholeheartedly agreed, with only one exception: breastmilk.  In my experience there are often several very good reasons to cry if you spill breastmilk. The first being the misery of having spent an hour pumping to get a measly Read More…

The Patient Bride

  Waste Stories was recently approached by Bruno Noriega, a fourth-year Film and Media student at the University of Stirling and friend of Phoebe and Marvin.  He wanted to know a bit more about the project and to use it as a focus for a photojournalism assignment. Last Saturday, George and I went for a Read More…

A Feast of Souls

  Night falls. The last light fades from the sky. The white of the snow, the bright red and glossy green of the holly: all turn to grey. Inside, Julia shivers and pulls the curtains tight. Marguerite wimpers in the corner. “Shhh! You must keep quiet, especially now.  Dusk is the most dangerous time.” “But Read More…

The Smiling Snowman

He was smiling still, the wooden snowman with the broken nose.  He wondered: if his nose hadn’t been knocked off, what would he smell?  He had some interesting companions in the pile he had recently joined. An old toilet; some pencil crayons – pink, orange, brown and blue; a VHS video tape (he remembered when Read More…

The box of lost treasure

  I wasn’t working last night. Or not at first.  Perhaps not at the end.  I was on a mission to find a small pouch or bag, perhaps the kind that you might be gifted jewellery or a small trinket in, or perhaps the kind that a Tooth Fairy might carry.  I had practised my Read More…