A man dumped his garden rubbish in my uncle's bin once, my uncle was in his eighties at the time and couldn't move the bloody bin afterwards.
His son had a word and it didn't happen again.
I wouldn't like shitey nappies in my bin, oh no.
If you can't fit it in your bin, take it to the dump.
It's a bit cheeky to dump stuff without asking.
Our neighbours are OK, on the side and across the road we have agreements, we shift each other's bins if they are out, we could use them if needed, but it very seldom is. There is one family whose bin is absolutely disgusting, I don't think they have ever cleaned it, I wouldn't fancy their half wrapped stuff in my bin though....especially with dirty nappies.
Years ago I had a neighbour that used to scrape their dinner plates into their wheelie bin.
It was always hoaching with flies and they kept it at the front door.
Our council don't always take bin bags that are with the bin, just depends on the binman.
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others.
The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
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NEVER WRESTLE WITH A PIG..YOU BOTH GET DIRTY BUT THE PIG LIKES IT!!
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
🙄
Talking of clipboards. Some years ago I did a dance gig at the Trafford Centre, some promotional thing for Selfridges that lasted for nearly two weeks They'd employed a Gnawa Band from Morrocco, and none of the guys could speak a word of English. The organiser for Selfridges was some power dressed woman clutching a red clipboard and clicking around in 5 inch heels being very efficient. Timing was vital, she said, and we were to perform for 30 minutes with a 20 minute break inbetween. Our working day was 10 til 5. But being Moroccans the band had their own concept of time and refused to stick to the schedule. They kept buggering off for a smoke and nobody could find them. This poor woman was beside herself. By the end of the week she'd given up and we just did our thing whenever it pleased us. I got paid nearly a grand for that gig, but if you've ever listened to a Gnawa band you'll understand why I lost half a stone.
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
🙄
Talking of clipboards. Some years ago I did a dance gig at the Trafford Centre, some promotional thing for Selfridges that lasted for nearly two weeks They'd employed a Gnawa Band from Morrocco, and none of the guys could speak a word of English. The organiser for Selfridges was some power dressed woman clutching a red clipboard and clicking around in 5 inch heels being very efficient. Timing was vital, she said, and we were to perform for 30 minutes with a 20 minute break inbetween. Our working day was 10 til 5. But being Moroccans the band had their own concept of time and refused to stick to the schedule. They kept buggering off for a smoke and nobody could find them. This poor woman was beside herself. By the end of the week she'd given up and we just did our thing whenever it pleased us. I got paid nearly a grand for that gig, but if you've ever listened to a Gnawa band you'll understand why I lost half a stone.
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
🙄
Talking of clipboards. Some years ago I did a dance gig at the Trafford Centre, some promotional thing for Selfridges that lasted for nearly two weeks They'd employed a Gnawa Band from Morrocco, and none of the guys could speak a word of English. The organiser for Selfridges was some power dressed woman clutching a red clipboard and clicking around in 5 inch heels being very efficient. Timing was vital, she said, and we were to perform for 30 minutes with a 20 minute break inbetween. Our working day was 10 til 5. But being Moroccans the band had their own concept of time and refused to stick to the schedule. They kept buggering off for a smoke and nobody could find them. This poor woman was beside herself. By the end of the week she'd given up and we just did our thing whenever it pleased us. I got paid nearly a grand for that gig, but if you've ever listened to a Gnawa band you'll understand why I lost half a stone.
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
🙄
Talking of clipboards. Some years ago I did a dance gig at the Trafford Centre, some promotional thing for Selfridges that lasted for nearly two weeks They'd employed a Gnawa Band from Morrocco, and none of the guys could speak a word of English. The organiser for Selfridges was some power dressed woman clutching a red clipboard and clicking around in 5 inch heels being very efficient. Timing was vital, she said, and we were to perform for 30 minutes with a 20 minute break inbetween. Our working day was 10 til 5. But being Moroccans the band had their own concept of time and refused to stick to the schedule. They kept buggering off for a smoke and nobody could find them. This poor woman was beside herself. By the end of the week she'd given up and we just did our thing whenever it pleased us. I got paid nearly a grand for that gig, but if you've ever listened to a Gnawa band you'll understand why I lost half a stone.
You look lovely.
She really does! Lovely smile.
Oops - sorry! That was me, in case anyone’s wondering.
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
🙄
Talking of clipboards. Some years ago I did a dance gig at the Trafford Centre, some promotional thing for Selfridges that lasted for nearly two weeks They'd employed a Gnawa Band from Morrocco, and none of the guys could speak a word of English. The organiser for Selfridges was some power dressed woman clutching a red clipboard and clicking around in 5 inch heels being very efficient. Timing was vital, she said, and we were to perform for 30 minutes with a 20 minute break inbetween. Our working day was 10 til 5. But being Moroccans the band had their own concept of time and refused to stick to the schedule. They kept buggering off for a smoke and nobody could find them. This poor woman was beside herself. By the end of the week she'd given up and we just did our thing whenever it pleased us. I got paid nearly a grand for that gig, but if you've ever listened to a Gnawa band you'll understand why I lost half a stone.
That's a beautiful photo Digs, that dress is stunning.
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NEVER WRESTLE WITH A PIG..YOU BOTH GET DIRTY BUT THE PIG LIKES IT!!
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
🙄
Talking of clipboards. Some years ago I did a dance gig at the Trafford Centre, some promotional thing for Selfridges that lasted for nearly two weeks They'd employed a Gnawa Band from Morrocco, and none of the guys could speak a word of English. The organiser for Selfridges was some power dressed woman clutching a red clipboard and clicking around in 5 inch heels being very efficient. Timing was vital, she said, and we were to perform for 30 minutes with a 20 minute break inbetween. Our working day was 10 til 5. But being Moroccans the band had their own concept of time and refused to stick to the schedule. They kept buggering off for a smoke and nobody could find them. This poor woman was beside herself. By the end of the week she'd given up and we just did our thing whenever it pleased us. I got paid nearly a grand for that gig, but if you've ever listened to a Gnawa band you'll understand why I lost half a stone.
That's a beautiful photo Digs, that dress is stunning.
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
🙄
Talking of clipboards. Some years ago I did a dance gig at the Trafford Centre, some promotional thing for Selfridges that lasted for nearly two weeks They'd employed a Gnawa Band from Morrocco, and none of the guys could speak a word of English. The organiser for Selfridges was some power dressed woman clutching a red clipboard and clicking around in 5 inch heels being very efficient. Timing was vital, she said, and we were to perform for 30 minutes with a 20 minute break inbetween. Our working day was 10 til 5. But being Moroccans the band had their own concept of time and refused to stick to the schedule. They kept buggering off for a smoke and nobody could find them. This poor woman was beside herself. By the end of the week she'd given up and we just did our thing whenever it pleased us. I got paid nearly a grand for that gig, but if you've ever listened to a Gnawa band you'll understand why I lost half a stone.
That's a beautiful photo Digs, that dress is stunning.
Yeah, ol' Dave the Trucker in his regalia
It's amazing the guff that gets posted about folk.
Someone claimed once I was a Welsh Celtic supporter.
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NEVER WRESTLE WITH A PIG..YOU BOTH GET DIRTY BUT THE PIG LIKES IT!!
Yes Vita, it does depend, some are jobsworth than others. The binmen we have at the moment, sometimes leave spilled rubbish in the road, it's up to the homeowners to clear up after them.
We've got one, officious wee git.
Comes now and again with a clipboard looking all important.
One of these days someone will stick him in a bin.
🙄
Talking of clipboards. Some years ago I did a dance gig at the Trafford Centre, some promotional thing for Selfridges that lasted for nearly two weeks They'd employed a Gnawa Band from Morrocco, and none of the guys could speak a word of English. The organiser for Selfridges was some power dressed woman clutching a red clipboard and clicking around in 5 inch heels being very efficient. Timing was vital, she said, and we were to perform for 30 minutes with a 20 minute break inbetween. Our working day was 10 til 5. But being Moroccans the band had their own concept of time and refused to stick to the schedule. They kept buggering off for a smoke and nobody could find them. This poor woman was beside herself. By the end of the week she'd given up and we just did our thing whenever it pleased us. I got paid nearly a grand for that gig, but if you've ever listened to a Gnawa band you'll understand why I lost half a stone.
That's a beautiful photo Digs, that dress is stunning.
Yeah, ol' Dave the Trucker in his regalia
It's amazing the guff that gets posted about folk.
Someone claimed once I was a Welsh Celtic supporter.