If the late, great Oscar Wilde were furiously fingering his quill and ink today, he might dream up the one liner: ‘For there is only one thing in life that is worse than being talked about, and that is some numpty in the town hall with a starched collar interfering with my wheelie bins because they have some hair-brained EU recycling quota to hit that bears no resemblance, nor has any sympathy or understanding about the way normal families live their lives!’
OK, so I have a bit of work to do if I’m likely to be remembered an an erudite of Wilde’s ilk, but I’m fairly certain I’m bang on the money when it comes to speaking sense when it comes to the bins.
As a resident of Notts, I have first-hand experience of what happens when the local authority shrinks your landfill bin, and dreams up an arbitrary charge – ‘but we’ve frozen your Council Tax bill, folks. Honest’ – for the bin into which one chucks one’s grass cuttings.
Families with children are having to drive up to the local tip to get rid of that which used to go in their pedal bin. Is that better? They’re having to knock on the door of their neighbour to ask if there’s any room in THEIR bin, because their own is full. Is that what it’s come to?
But that’s just the responsible people. Those who don’t have such scruples are simply loading up their Vauxhall Astras, heading for the nearest country lane and dumping bin bags chock-full of spud peelings and nappies overboard!
As a responsible adult, I do my utmost to do my bit for the recycling cause, or to put it another way, to sift all the good stuff so that local Government can sell my trash for cash. But listen, I’m cool with that: if it helps to preserve our green and pleasant land, and generates a bit of revenue to plough back into local services – GREAT!
However, what I’m not ‘cool’ with is the notion of reducing the service provided to the tax payer, and then charging more for it. We’re not stupid!
by James Mitchinson, Editor