Harry Mount

Junk, day and night

A jeremiad against litter-loutish Britain

issue 06 August 2011

Travelling the 400 miles from Glasgow to London recently, Theodore Dalrymple noticed that the roadside was littered with food and drink packaging, flapping in the wind like Buddhist prayer flags.

Roads didn’t look like that in the boyhood of Dr Dalrymple (b. 1949). Nor are they like that on the Continent. Littering, he concludes, is an unusually British disease. And the reason goes beyond mere national hygiene habits into familiar Dalrymple territory — the fall of man or, more particularly, the fall of British man, and woman.

Behind the increase in littering lies a decrease in civilisation: 36 per cent of British children never eat meals at a dining table with other members of the family. On his medical rounds Dalrymple (a doctor, criminal psychiatrist and regular contributor to these pages) found that plenty of households never cooked anything, or indeed had any cooking equipment beyond a microwave.

The collapse in home cooking has little to do with lack of money.

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