Guardian: A fortnight’s drinking, eating, unwrapping and discarding – the squander and pleasure of the holidays – is ending. Bottle banks brim and bin bags pile up. “Christmas means rubbish,” wrote Margaret Drabble in a Guardian essay last week. “Piles of rubbish … the withering leaves of sprouts and the scraggy bones of poultry … and the indestructible shreds of tinsel.” What happens to it all? Once, the answer was simple: burial or incineration, but now the government must meet an EU …