the litter mermaid

A few days ago I saw a bus stop bench on which were sitting one discarded cup each from Nero, Starbucks and Costa. As a rule I don't generally like litter though occasionally it manages to make itself look slightly more arranged than just carelessly dropped like the split cup of Greggs tomato soup I thought I'd blipped a while back but evidently didn't. The bag just looked messy, though as it was almost the only thing in the gutter throughout the entire length of whichever bit of Young, Thistle or Hill Street it was along which I was walking when I passed it it sort of almost looked like it was meant to be there. Though obviously it wasn't.