I pay an arm and a leg in Council Tax and about the only service I need is the binmen. Now these *******s on the dust have produced a set of rules that mean there is more than a 50% chance they will refuse to collect your rubbish. Bag too big, or too heavy, or in slightly the wrong place, or too many of them. This week I put out four, they left a note saying they can only take three and didn't take any of them. ****s.
I want my money back.....
Ho hum. At least there's a property developing firm out there whose board are currently up to their nuts in coke and hookers, having just sold 68 flats in Kensington and Chelsea in one go at what is almost certainly way above market value (this being government purchasing). They must be fücking creaming themselves.
'on the dust' I remember the first time I heard that expression I thought I'd shít myself with laughter, especially as it was a woman talking about her husband saying, "'E used to be orn the dust but of course he's been on the sick for some years now wiv 'is toe."
Common people are funny, if you can foirget the whole 'spongeing off the rest of us' issue.
Do yours put passive-aggressive stickers that don't easily come off on your wheelie bins to shame you publicly if you dare to put something in the 'wrong' bin? Utter, utter cünts.
By the way, I do like how you've gone from calling me a 'tight cünt' to effectively feeling much the same as me about this entire shïtshow.
Have you ever considered joining the Conservative Party, p? It's awfully good.