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Last weekend I saw someone throw plastic and foil fag-packet-shit from the window of the car they were passengering in. They were in the North Head national park, home to endangered bandicoot and, I am sure, loads of other wildlife. Unluckily for them the number plate - which I am SOOOOooo tempted to mention but won't - was dead easy to remember. So was the make and model of car (I'm a bloke, of course I can rememebr that) leaving only the time to commit to memory.

I emailed those details to the National Parks people who were good enough to get back to me and ask if I wanted them to issue an infringement notice or a warning. Very tempted to go the infringement, and yes, I would go to court if dick-head disputed it. But after a quick chat I decided a strongly worded warning would, in this instance, be enough. The girl who threw her shit from the car was young and kinda stupid looking; well, she was smoking, and that alone makes you look thick to these eyes. Hopefully she'll learn. The depressive realist in my thinks she probably wont, but I feel better about myself for doing the right thing.