The binmen 'round here are mostly ok
although they do have a nasty habit of leaving the lowest bag wedged into the bottom of the bin if more than a derisory little shake fails to ease it from its place. This is a bit of a pain when one bag takes up 1/2 your binspace.

The lesser-binman, though - the recycling crew - they are a bunch of feckless, lazy asshats. On the rare occasions they bother to acknowledge my carefully-sorted and washed recycling at all, their usual reaction is to toss about 10% of it in the general direction of their badly-parked van, and chuck the remaining 90% around my drive and the pavement.
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Thu 27 May 2010, 17:31, 1 reply)

This was exactly my experience when I lived in Ealing.
The recycling crew seemed to think their duties consisted of:

- turning up once a week;
- checking carefully to see if anyone had left out their recycling bin;
- if so, tipping their bin over and emptying its contents all over the pavement;
- fucking off again.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Thu 27 May 2010, 17:59, closed)