You'll see - I'm going to bag the Mayor's job

I’m about to go to Tesco’s, but I don’t relish the prospect. Not because of the shoppers’ trance I’ll quickly be lulled into, what with all that extraneous choice; nor even by the checkout queues (they don’t have those anymore – Every Little Helps, apparently). No, it’s the guilt that’s going to hit me when once I again I refuse the overpriced Bag for Life and opt instead for those devil’s creations, the Plastic Bag. No matter how hard the gimlet-eyed till operator glares at me, I’m still going to say no. But why should I have to feel so bad? And what’s more, why does the burden of saving the planet have to fall on the poor, confused shopper? In other parts of Europe and even in the US – hardly the most environmentally-friendly of countries, what with all those gas guzzling cars and the ubiquitous freeze-your-whotsits-off air-conditioning – they have recyclable brown bags for your shopping. These are strong enough for bottles and so tough you can even reuse them, seemingly the greenest option of all. So if only the government would encourage supermarkets to use these as a matter of course, we could shop once again with a spring in our steps and a crystal-clear conscience.. Sorted. Me for Mayor.