A couple of days ago, a man with a tousled mop of hair, a paunch and a beard knocked on my door. I had never met him before, but without any questions I handed Manu — for that was his name — a perfectly functional Freeview box that the efreaks no longer needed. He smiled, thanked me and headed off into the night…

No, I said Freegle

This was my first experience of Freegling. Using Freegle is beautifully simple. If you have something you are keen to get rid of but don’t want to dump it at the tip, you pop the details on a website. Other people who live near you see it online and, if they want it, drop you an email and arrange to pick it up. I had 20 emails within two days for the Freeview box (remote control included). Alan wanted it for more channel choice during the World Cup. Kati wanted it because her’s had broken down and the kids were pestering her to watch TV during half term. Rowan definitely wanted it, although he wasn’t sure how it worked. In the end, I plumped for Manu simply because he was the first person to email me (about an hour after I posted it) — but apparently in Freegle etiquette, you can choose whoever you like to give it to.

We have an increasing problem with waste in the UK, as landfills are filling up fast. Of course, the best thing to do to help is stop buying stuff you don’t need. But before you throw away the 18th candlestick holder you got as an engagement present, think about whether some poor sucker who (more…)

The self-righteous among you will never eat at McDonald’s — see End of Food, Fast Food Nation ad infinitum — but sometimes weak people like me do. So despite the huge damage the intensive food industry is doing to the environment (although it does help feed the poor), I slipped in to a popular HK branch with a friend on a recent Sunday. It was in the middle of Mong Kok, one of the most densely-populated places on earth and a favourite of acid-throwing-off-balconies-types, so presumably is one of the chain’s busiest restaurants in the city.

Just Say No!

Just Say No!

Normally when in any takeaway place, I politely pass back all the extra knapkins, mustards, straws, cup-lids and general flotsam back to a bemused server. Often they throw it straight in the bin, slightly missing the point. But in Maccy-D’s, my efficiency freak instincts were distracted by an environmentally-friendly poster on the straw dispenser:

Say No! Help protect the environment. Say no to straws! Since McDonald’s and Green Sense launched “No Straw Day” in 2007, the campaign has received overwhelming support from people from all walks of life. To strengthen environmental awareness in the local community, we will continue to encourage our customers to minimise the use of straws. With your support, the earth can continue to flourish.

Well done, McDonald’s, I thought. Your ramping up of beef production may be a major reason for increased methane in the air — a key greenhouse gas — but at least you are cutting down on the amount of plastic you waste. And great to see such a successful campaign as Just Say No (which was used in the US and UK in the 1980s in an effort to stop drug use among the young, a campaign which we can all agree has been a resounding success) being rekindled. Grange Hill’s Zammo would be proud.

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Apols for the lack of posts in recent weeks, loyal reader(s), I have had visits from the wider efreak family. But rest assured I have been keeping fully abreast of all the green issues in Hong Kong, such as why Edward Yau has to fly to Japan, the US and Canada to try out electric cars while a Hong Kong firm that makes them, MyCar, cannot get a licence to sell them here. Good work, square jaw, good work…

Racist

Racist

There has been a lot of talk about chaos, of late. First Jackie Chan, one of the great political scientists/martial arts funnymen of our time said he thought that Chinese people could not cope with too much freedom, because it led, inevitably, to the kind of chaos we see in the streets of Hong Kong and Taiwan. This remarkable contortion of logic and ignorance, perhaps befitting a man who twizzles about and gurns for a living, can only lead to the conclusion that he is a racist against Chinese people (of which he is often paid to be an ambassador for). I did see a green public bus speed through an orange light on Queen’s Road the Tuesday before last, an inevitable result of the chaos-inducing political system we have here (that does not include universal suffrage, by the way), so perhaps he was right…

Also in chaos news, is the warning from the Retail Management Association, a lobbying body on behalf of big retailers, that the passage of the plastic bag levy bill into Hong Kong law on July 7 (50 cents on every bag at big retailers to reduce the waste problem) will cause the kind of rioting, street protests and unharmonius behaviour we have all come to associate with places like Taiwan and Hong Kong. (more…)

A few months ago, I was coming to the end of a hike across the Dragon’s Back with a friend looking forward to some chilli and cashew catfish at the Shek O Chinese-Thai Seafood, when a small Honker appeared from behind a rock and beckoned us over conspiratorially.

‘Are you British’ he whispered, looking behind himĀ  carefully.

‘Yes,’ I answered, suddenly and unexpectedly full of colonial guilt.

‘We need you to help us,’ he said, staring straight at me.

‘What? again?’ I should have said, instead, I said ‘Right?’

‘The Chinese are trying to kill us, we need you to come and save us. They are stealing all our water.’

It was a strange moment, for sure, and the man, who was relatively well-dressed and coherent in excellent English, was convincing. Obviously, I ignored him and carried on to Shek O where we chowed on some reasonably-priced spring rolls, but it came back to me the other day. And so I thought I would check it out, get the British navy involved and see into getting the Opium Wars started again, this time over water. And I wanted to learn about saving water for the efreak thing…

Would you believe it, turns out the loon in the bushes was completely wrong. We are actually stealing water from China. That is, if you call paying a huge wad of cash for water from Guangdong stealing. This be the history:

The Chinese stealing our water

The Chinese stealing our water

Despite a string of water retention projects and huge reservoirs built by the Brits (including Plover Cove reservoir, see picture) in the early 1980s, HK started experiencing some water shortages and had to place water restrictions. Population had reached 5 million and, well, those coloonial cricket pitches wouldn’t water themselves. We were were already getting a hefty chunk of water from Dongjiang, a town in Guangdong with some clean supplies. But we wanted more, so we bought more and even built an 83 kilometre tunnel, and an aquaduct from the town so it did not mix in with that dirty Pearl River Delta Water or peasant spit. And also, our use of water slowed.

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I have never sent Christmas cards to avoid slipping into writing the empty banalties that fill them, and I guess I could now claim that this was a choice deeply rooted in environmental awareness. But I love writing (and receiving) letters, so any such pretence would simply be greenwashing something that already happens and if ever there was a year for greenwashing Xmas this was it (think credit crunch sparking fewer packages of lethal Chinese-made crap under the tree that you did not buy for fear of deforestation)….

I make some efforts. I wrapped all my presents in old newspaper (a sure fire way to confirm people’s suspicions you are cheap) rather than heading-for-the-landfill traditional wrapping paper . And I got Mrs efreak-to-be to buy many of the presents for relatives rather than adding to my weight on the plane back to the UK (this was of course, just laziness).

I'm dreaming of a green Christmas

I'm dreaming of a green Christmas

Christmas is a tricky period for greenies, who are trying to cut down on wasteful consumption, but who still adore the simple joy of getting free stuff, which has not diminished the slightest since efreak was six-years-old. So I asked for lots of books on environmental issues and I also got a couple of green Xmas surprises, by which I do not mean the after-effects of one too many sprouts…

One such Santa pressie was a button that reduces the amount of electricity your computer uses, which would have been fantastic but does not work on the trendier-than-thou MacBook I use (Mrs efreak-to-be is now testing it on her laptop). The second was some green golden-toed socks which are made partly from bamboo, which sounds a little painful. And the third was a mug that has a map of the world on it, that slowly disappears when you put a hot drink in it (representing the potential rising sea levels caused by global warming).

Surf's up... In Switzerland

Surf's up... In Switzerland

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