I had a knock on the door a couple of weeks ago, I opened the door to see two rather strict looking women wearing name badges.
"We are from the Bridgnorth Council and we have just found unofficial items in your waste bag". It seems I had put a couple of envelopes with my name and address in with the fortnightly ground fill household waste collection. This great sin could cost me many cancelled visits to the pub as the fine is rather excessive. Luckily and also slightly worrying, my impression of a doddering, dozy old man got me off with a warning.
Now the thought of two crabby old women nosing through peoples rubbish, looking for an excuse to use their authority, gets right up my nose. I realised that one of the last bastions of male protest against the system was under threat. The answer is simple, instead of saving my coffee grounds for compost, I dump them, all wet and mucky, into the rubbish bin. They make a wonderful ugly stick mess and stain everything else in the bin.
BIG BRO> SISTER IS WATCHING YOU
The money you pay to have your rubbish taken away can also be used to take even more from you.