Archive for January 27th, 2009

What a lot of rubbish

January 27th, 2009

When I was a lad, bin collection was a simple matter.

You put out your bin and they came along with their lorry and emptied it.

If you had something that was too big for the bin, you just left that out too, and that also was collected.  The rule was that if there was anything on the pavement on bin day, it got dumped.  Maybe that’s why we had fewer tramps in those days?

Now of course we are in the twenty first century and everything has to be complicated.  There seems to be an unwritten rule somewhere that everything has to be unnecessarily complex.

We have two bin collections here, and shortly we will have a third.

The first bin collection is every week, and that is the one for general rubbish.  We have our black wheelie bins and of course they have their ubiquitous computers built into them.  Everything has to have a fucking computer these days.  This computer racks up my bill every time the bin is emptied.  I removed it, of course. 

The next one is the green bin.  This one is collected every second week.  This bin is for ‘recyclable’ shit, but they don’t tell us what is recyclable and what isn’t.  I thought glass was, but we aren’t supposed to put bottles in the green bin.  Apparently there are different kinds of plastics too, some of which they will accept, and others they won’t.  The green bin collection is free, so what I usually do is throw any old rubbish into it, and then put a layer of newspapers on top.

They obviously know about my concerns about dumping whiskey bottles glass because they are about to introduce a third collection just for that.  That collection is going to be every sixth [or is it ninth?] week.

So now I need a fucking computer to tell me what day they are collecting what. 

They came this morning.

I’m not sure whether is was a black collection or a black and green collection.

It doesn’t make any difference, because I forgot about it and the bins are still in the garden.

I am annoyed that I forgot.

Now I have to go to the trouble of emptying the bins into the neighbour’s garden again.