Un court éditorial du Telegraph qui prend la défense du « courrier poubelle », souvent le seul courrier que reçoivent des personnes isolées et leur dernier moyen pour être encore utiles à la société en apportant leur soutien à de belles causes.
If junk mail is the worst thing in your life, you must lead a blessed existence.
It takes different people in different ways. For some, the biggest daily dose of annoyance is delivered by the Today programme. For others, it’s the milkman leaving the bottles standing in the sun. How many times does he need telling? But one provocation that irritates a wider sector of the annoyed classes than most others is junk mail. The very term is annoyingly un-English, but as we report today, the average British household receives 453 items a year. What can be done with it? Can it be turned into bird-scarers, mulch, kindling, cat-litter, papier-mâché trays? Some hope. Even if the Royal Mail can be cajoled temporarily into stemming the flow, pizza shops and curry houses are less easily dissuaded. Yet worse things could come through a letter-box, and it is no mean asset to have a front door in the first place. If junk mail is the worst thing in your life, you must lead a blessed existence.