I give the oiks a £50 tip every Christmas and what do I get in return? Big fuck off bins emptied with a shrug and left in the middle of the road at just an angle where the next Ford Ka speeding the corner will collide with them.
This means I have to get off my arse and replace the bins in their original position in the interests of the safety of the road user (apart from Ford Ka drivers).
Bin Men are not green.
Now the Council has foisted some new bins on me, which I have to pay for. One of them is for Newspapers and plastic Irn Bru bottles, the other is for empty Glen's Vodka bottles.
It's not as though I have a problem with recycling, it's just that every Tinker in a 100 mile radius will see this as an extra old mattress disposal facility and Malchy the Alchie will discover additional sleeping options.
I wish alcoholics wouldn't sleep in my bins. They lower the tone.
Work, who needs it?
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Fifty quid? I give them a fiver and 4 cans of lager.
It is impossible to work if you have to deal with the intricacies of wheelie bin collection schedules, colour codes and alcoholic inhabitants.
It's a full time job in itself.
Our recycling bins are full of greasy pizza takeaway boxes as apparently, Canucks can't read instructions.
£50? 50p surely?
In Glasgow we have foisted upon us 3 seperate bins to clutter up the place.
Blue = Plastics
Grey = Normal shite
Brown = Garden waste
I once stopped the bin men from parking up their shit-cart and using my driveway to sit and eat their pieces on a Friday morning, the bastids!
The only tip they get now is... make sure I dinnae catch you bastids pissing up my gates again, you'se are on camera!
The bin men in London wake me up at 6am (which is nice of them to give the personal touch). I loathe the noise of their cheery chappiness floating up to the 10th floor and disturbing my urban snoozes.
50 quid? You obviously make too much money.
AND... I throw my garbage in the tip over by the shop. Just think how much money I'm saving?
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