BINS
Oh yeah,

I don't understand bins.

We have to have three bins: Kitchen waste, dry recycling and wet-recycling/landfill. These are three fucking eyesore huge wheelie bins that despoil our front garden. Ms. Lithepanther has labelled three corresponding bins in our kitchen on their swing-tops to help my confusion. From her notes:

'Wet and dirty plastic that can't be recycled, dirty paper and card etc etc'. Needless to say, I place everything in this bin.

Anyhoo... What happens if you have say, a ripped pair of football boots or some old clothes that are too fucked for the charity shop? A big bit of polystyrene from the new telly box? Where do they go? Where do you just throw away general stuff and metal?

They don't collect weekly now, which meant when we had maggots in our scraps bin, it was a FUCKING STINKING NIGHTMARE. Never mind that it probably costs more to recycle three bins than one big bin, or has a bigger carbon footprint.

What is refreshing, is that I went down the council tip and the operators there (one of which was in my year at school and gladly took my recorded videos of tv films with adverts: 'Lethal Weapon 2' and 'Indiana Jones, Boxing Day 1988' and the like which was very satisfying - bet you'd trade all this for that Wham Bar you bullied me into giving you now wouldn't you?) don't care.

'Where shall I put this? It's just general crap?'

'Bung it in this one mate.'

But at the end of the day, it's like this:
Go to China. Go to Bangalore in India. Think about the packaging that we use now compared to the past, when women were not at work and bought items daily wrapped in PAPER. Think about the amount of fumes given off by the billions of engines and then think again that a coal-power station is built every week in China. Go to Bangalore in India (Again) and you will realise that recycling as we do it in the UK, sorting a bit of card into a bin, IS UTTER, UTTER, SHEER BOLLOCKS.
(The Lithe Panther, Tue 31 Jul 2007, 11:09, Reply)