Gaaaah!
Bin blokes are like buses!
Ever changing their times tables, when they had their myriad of recycleyment going on, they set collection on a Tuesday, when it used to be a Friday.
And when I remember on a Tuesday morn to put the rubbish out, they don't blimmin' well take it!
Well, more take everyone else's and forget Xym's bin!
Enslaved by maniacal vermin partaking of Shaman Juice, looks like they want to create an underworld den out of pizza boxes and sweetie wrappers.
But they ain't puttin' me in a dress and hurting me, I'll tell you that for nowt!
