I’m the gutter gourmet: how I spent a month eating other people’s leftovers
We don’t talk enough about the street food scandal – leftovers chucked away without a second thought
Every day for the past month complete strangers have bought me lunch. And breakfast. And dinner. And they don’t even know it.
I have been living high on the hog, and it hasn’t cost me a penny – because I have been dining out on the half-eaten fast food and takeaways thoughtfully abandoned by my fellow Britons on pavements and park benches and tube platforms all over the city. Sometimes they even leave them in bins.