More recycling nonsense.
Last week I recycled old Sunday Roast material as I hadn’t anything new to say. And it got me thinking. In those pieces of old, I spoke of recycling when it first became a fad in my locality a few years back.
Before the present recycle collections, our local council used to issue us with a small box for recycling virtually nothing, while the rest went into the large green waste bin. Any recycling like plastic bottles, we had to take to collection points.
However, I applauded Walsall Council when they told us to use the huge green bins in order to recycle … well, just about anything. We were also issued with smaller grey bins for what little you couldn’t recycle.
There they are. In the larger green ones, as I say, the list was endless and Walsall was hailed as being at the forefront of environmentally friendly. Until last year.
Suddenly, us residents were doing it wrong. No longer was it okay to put in all of the previously indicated items. No, we had a compressed list of 20 suitable ones.
Actually telling people would have been a good idea but these leaflets only went out after bins were left uncollected and jobsworth inspectors came along with their clipboards and put stickers on to say you’d done it wrong.
In hindsight, if things were not done correctly, then at least the council should have held their hands up and said they’d made a mistake with their previous guidelines.
Walsall Council own own up to something like that? Nah, that would go against the divine right mentality in the God complexes of those who run our council.
And another false way of helping the environment.
I’m always seeing products in my supermarket which have cheaper and supposedly, environmentally friendly refill packs.
Yes, just like that. Horlicks bedtime drink and sweetener. These usually come in plastic tubs or jars, as shown. I’m told this will save the environment. Really? You see, I can recycle the jars, however, not the refill packaging. So how is that better?
Also, it is supposedly costing me less as these refills are a few pence cheaper and I can save the money by just emptying the contents into the old jar.
Yeah, right, have you ever tried to pour a refill into an old jar? Take the sweetener. No matter how careful you open the plastic packet, as soon as you attempt to pour, most of it goes over the side and creates a white cloud akin to an Icelandic volcano. Therefore, my fifty pence saving is no longer still in my pocket, it is in a squidgy mess being mopped up with a paper towel from my kitchen surface. A kitchen towel, I will add, I cannot recycle.
Now something I can recycle …
Look. This is the scene in my front porch, as I speak.
Tell me, just how many pizzas do these fast food places expect me to be able to eat?
And what else is being recycled at the minute?
The FA has announced yet another new football kit to fleece the parents of every kid who wants to wear it. However, I can see their thinking on this one.
The new kit is identical to the successful one used by Germany all these years. Therefore, by pretending to be Germany, the England football team can now hope to recycle a little of our European neighbours triumphs.
And on the subject of football …
Well, loosely connected to football … and very loosely connected to recycling …
Father of former England stars, Gary and Phil Neville, has been arrested.
Yes, there are the brothers but what on earth was their grandfather thinking when he named their dad, Neville?
Neville Neville? Recycling names takes a bizarre twist.
And recycling old, tired faces.
Karaoke talent show, X-Factor has long been guilty of recycling the same old garbage. However, they are now recycling judges well past their use-by date.
Sharon Osbourne is to return to the show at the cost of £1.5million.
There she is, in a recycled pic I posted last year when I blew her up.
It’s ironic. Sharon Osbourne, a person with absolutely no showbiz talent, judging a showbiz talent show.
That wraps up my recycling for this week.
Hope you have a better week than I’ve been having lately but for now, I’m off to the bottle bank to avoid being told off by my local council
Cheers.
Nick
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