Council Cunts
Stallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
Stallion Explosion writes "I was in a record shop in Melbourne, flicking through the vinyl, when I found a record entitled 'Hackney Council Are A Bunch Of Cunts'"
We agree.
Have you been trapped in the relentless petty minded bureaucracy of your local council?
Why does it require 3 forms of ID to get a parking permit when the car in question is busy receiving a parking ticket right outside the parking office?
Or do you work for Hackney Council?
( , Thu 26 Jul 2007, 10:51)
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Having just moved...
...my girlfriend and I have lots and lots and lots and lots of boxes and other assorted packaging to get rid of.
We've bought some new items too, so we also have polystyrene, huges swathes of polythene, all that kind of good stuff.
So we sort it into bags, fill my car to the gunwhales with detritus and head to Derby's local super-duper tip (as seen on the bbc) where we find bins for every conceivable type of rubbish:
-Old dogs? Bin A.
-Tyres and stuff on fire? Bin 6b, down on the right.
-Teeth? They'll go in bin 45, behind that fence.
That's the theory, anyway. What actually happens is that some oik in a flozzy vest tells you to put everything in the "That one, mate" (whilst pointing to whichever one he's nearest to), regardless of what it is. So firstly there's no need to sort it, secondly the bins are all mixed up.
This from a council who won't collect your wheely bin if it's "contaminated" - so if someone walking past at 3am after a shedload of beer leaves half a kebab on top of the "green waste only" bin, they don't collect it - seriously.
Hurrah for council tax!
( , Tue 31 Jul 2007, 12:22, Reply)
...my girlfriend and I have lots and lots and lots and lots of boxes and other assorted packaging to get rid of.
We've bought some new items too, so we also have polystyrene, huges swathes of polythene, all that kind of good stuff.
So we sort it into bags, fill my car to the gunwhales with detritus and head to Derby's local super-duper tip (as seen on the bbc) where we find bins for every conceivable type of rubbish:
-Old dogs? Bin A.
-Tyres and stuff on fire? Bin 6b, down on the right.
-Teeth? They'll go in bin 45, behind that fence.
That's the theory, anyway. What actually happens is that some oik in a flozzy vest tells you to put everything in the "That one, mate" (whilst pointing to whichever one he's nearest to), regardless of what it is. So firstly there's no need to sort it, secondly the bins are all mixed up.
This from a council who won't collect your wheely bin if it's "contaminated" - so if someone walking past at 3am after a shedload of beer leaves half a kebab on top of the "green waste only" bin, they don't collect it - seriously.
Hurrah for council tax!
( , Tue 31 Jul 2007, 12:22, Reply)
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