Rubbish-sniffing!

I put my Wealden bin out on Tuesday night, and was awoken from my dreams of the Green Goddess by a raucous noise out on the street. When I got up and put on my powerful haolgen light, I watched two youths stumble off down the road, leaving my opened dustbin, with smoke drifting out of it.

I was later to learn from Gerry, my neighbour, that these two scallywags were indulging in a practice called "rubbish-sniffing"! Apparently, green waste bins are sought for this new narcotic experience. What are we coming to?