Wednesday, May 25, 2005
The Dirt Mounts Up
Near to where I work, there is an alley way; the entrance of which has become a dumping ground for all and sundry; the rubbish varied - old furniture, putrefying food, clothing, newspapers, tv sets anything that can either go in the bin or in a recycling dump finds it way there. The site is reminiscent of the "Winter of Discontent" al a Thatcher, only thing that is missing is a discarded corpse. One has to complain to the council fairly robustly for them to come and collect this vast collection of detritus - declaring it a health hazard will not do, you have to tell them it's bio-hazard for them to send a truck around two weeks later with a gang of very brave men to come and collect the pool of life that has formed there.
We have to learn to get used to these things otherwise the Mayor of London will become even more sick and tired of such criticisms. Today, however, took the biscuit; among the usual rubbish was a massive turd! It was fucking huge! It was the size of a rat. Now, this thing could not have been created in the digestive system of a dog, not even a Great Dane could have achieved such a magnitude. No, it had to be human. The creator of this object must have stored it up for around a fortnight for it be this size. The size of it was so remarkable that it caused my colleagues to comment on it.
We have to learn to get used to these things otherwise the Mayor of London will become even more sick and tired of such criticisms. Today, however, took the biscuit; among the usual rubbish was a massive turd! It was fucking huge! It was the size of a rat. Now, this thing could not have been created in the digestive system of a dog, not even a Great Dane could have achieved such a magnitude. No, it had to be human. The creator of this object must have stored it up for around a fortnight for it be this size. The size of it was so remarkable that it caused my colleagues to comment on it.
