A bit council (Vol 6)
Discussion
DodgyGeezer said:
Saleen836 said:
nute said:
A few years ago I ( and others) litter picked a junction of the A303. We gathered 6-8 large bin bags full of take away coffee cups, red bull/ monster cans, kfc/ McD s bags and the like. A month later it looked like we had never bothered, coffee cups, monster and red bull cans all over the place.
A significant proportion of the people I share this island with are complete t
ts.
On a local to me bypass at one end is a Costa coffee at the other end is a roundabout, when I drove past the roundabout on my then commute there would be an increasing number of Costa coffee cups, I can take a good guess that it was the same scummer stopping for his/her morning coffee and having finished it by the end roundabout hurled it out of the vehicle windowA significant proportion of the people I share this island with are complete t
ts. It's tempting to hid a gopro and catch the shots, but doubtless any footage would be inadmissible unless you also put up a sign.
Went to view a car today in Ordsall, Salford, and I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever encountered so many stereotypes concentrated into such a small area.
It was a relatively modern council estate where seemingly every house had been issued the same grey uPVC windows. Parking was absolutely impossible. Cars and battered vans everywhere, half on the pavement, half off it, to the point where I struggled to even turn the car round and eventually gave up and parked elsewhere.
Walking down the street, virtually every garden seemed to contain some combination of rubbish, food wrappers, broken kids’ toys, damaged gates and dog st. One house had music absolutely booming out of it. A few doors further down, three women were stood vaping on the driveway while the kids ran around outside.
Eventually got to the car and, to be completely fair, the lad selling it was absolutely sound. Very pleasant and helpful. His young nephew came out with him, accompanied by — because of course he was — a Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy.
The nephew was playing with the dog using one of those long, heavy rubber toys. He launched it into the air and it came down with an almighty THUD directly onto a neighbour’s car.
Nobody seemed remotely concerned.
Then came a prolonged car horn. A woman was trying to get onto her driveway but couldn’t because someone had blocked it.
At this point the seller explained that the collection of white work vans and trucks scattered all over the road belonged to a couple of neighbouring households. And these weren’t just a couple of Transits. There were flatbeds, open-back trucks with gravel and building materials in them, the lot.
It genuinely felt like every thirty seconds another little scene unfolded.
The funniest part was that the actual bloke selling the car was a really nice chap and the car itself wasn’t bad either.
A test drive never happened as the car wasn't insured.
But the entire time I was there I had one overriding thought - Let's get the hell out of here.
It was a real eye opener to be honest as I know all the stereotypes associated, but the see and hear it first hand was shocking.
It was a relatively modern council estate where seemingly every house had been issued the same grey uPVC windows. Parking was absolutely impossible. Cars and battered vans everywhere, half on the pavement, half off it, to the point where I struggled to even turn the car round and eventually gave up and parked elsewhere.
Walking down the street, virtually every garden seemed to contain some combination of rubbish, food wrappers, broken kids’ toys, damaged gates and dog s
t. One house had music absolutely booming out of it. A few doors further down, three women were stood vaping on the driveway while the kids ran around outside.Eventually got to the car and, to be completely fair, the lad selling it was absolutely sound. Very pleasant and helpful. His young nephew came out with him, accompanied by — because of course he was — a Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy.
The nephew was playing with the dog using one of those long, heavy rubber toys. He launched it into the air and it came down with an almighty THUD directly onto a neighbour’s car.
Nobody seemed remotely concerned.
Then came a prolonged car horn. A woman was trying to get onto her driveway but couldn’t because someone had blocked it.
At this point the seller explained that the collection of white work vans and trucks scattered all over the road belonged to a couple of neighbouring households. And these weren’t just a couple of Transits. There were flatbeds, open-back trucks with gravel and building materials in them, the lot.
It genuinely felt like every thirty seconds another little scene unfolded.
The funniest part was that the actual bloke selling the car was a really nice chap and the car itself wasn’t bad either.
A test drive never happened as the car wasn't insured.
But the entire time I was there I had one overriding thought - Let's get the hell out of here.
It was a real eye opener to be honest as I know all the stereotypes associated, but the see and hear it first hand was shocking.
Dog Biscuit said:
Went to view a car today in Ordsall, Salford, and I genuinely don t think I ve ever encountered so many stereotypes concentrated into such a small area.
It was a relatively modern council estate where seemingly every house had been issued the same grey uPVC windows. Parking was absolutely impossible. Cars and battered vans everywhere, half on the pavement, half off it, to the point where I struggled to even turn the car round and eventually gave up and parked elsewhere.
Walking down the street, virtually every garden seemed to contain some combination of rubbish, food wrappers, broken kids toys, damaged gates and dog st. One house had music absolutely booming out of it. A few doors further down, three women were stood vaping on the driveway while the kids ran around outside.
Eventually got to the car and, to be completely fair, the lad selling it was absolutely sound. Very pleasant and helpful. His young nephew came out with him, accompanied by because of course he was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy.
The nephew was playing with the dog using one of those long, heavy rubber toys. He launched it into the air and it came down with an almighty THUD directly onto a neighbour s car.
Nobody seemed remotely concerned.
Then came a prolonged car horn. A woman was trying to get onto her driveway but couldn t because someone had blocked it.
At this point the seller explained that the collection of white work vans and trucks scattered all over the road belonged to a couple of neighbouring households. And these weren t just a couple of Transits. There were flatbeds, open-back trucks with gravel and building materials in them, the lot.
It genuinely felt like every thirty seconds another little scene unfolded.
The funniest part was that the actual bloke selling the car was a really nice chap and the car itself wasn t bad either.
A test drive never happened as the car wasn't insured.
But the entire time I was there I had one overriding thought - Let's get the hell out of here.
It was a real eye opener to be honest as I know all the stereotypes associated, but the see and hear it first hand was shocking.
Focus ST or was it a slightly ropey M135i?It was a relatively modern council estate where seemingly every house had been issued the same grey uPVC windows. Parking was absolutely impossible. Cars and battered vans everywhere, half on the pavement, half off it, to the point where I struggled to even turn the car round and eventually gave up and parked elsewhere.
Walking down the street, virtually every garden seemed to contain some combination of rubbish, food wrappers, broken kids toys, damaged gates and dog s
t. One house had music absolutely booming out of it. A few doors further down, three women were stood vaping on the driveway while the kids ran around outside.Eventually got to the car and, to be completely fair, the lad selling it was absolutely sound. Very pleasant and helpful. His young nephew came out with him, accompanied by because of course he was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy.
The nephew was playing with the dog using one of those long, heavy rubber toys. He launched it into the air and it came down with an almighty THUD directly onto a neighbour s car.
Nobody seemed remotely concerned.
Then came a prolonged car horn. A woman was trying to get onto her driveway but couldn t because someone had blocked it.
At this point the seller explained that the collection of white work vans and trucks scattered all over the road belonged to a couple of neighbouring households. And these weren t just a couple of Transits. There were flatbeds, open-back trucks with gravel and building materials in them, the lot.
It genuinely felt like every thirty seconds another little scene unfolded.
The funniest part was that the actual bloke selling the car was a really nice chap and the car itself wasn t bad either.
A test drive never happened as the car wasn't insured.
But the entire time I was there I had one overriding thought - Let's get the hell out of here.
It was a real eye opener to be honest as I know all the stereotypes associated, but the see and hear it first hand was shocking.
Its Just Adz said:
Dog Biscuit said:
Went to view a car today in Ordsall, Salford, and I genuinely don t think I ve ever encountered so many stereotypes concentrated into such a small area.
It was a relatively modern council estate where seemingly every house had been issued the same grey uPVC windows. Parking was absolutely impossible. Cars and battered vans everywhere, half on the pavement, half off it, to the point where I struggled to even turn the car round and eventually gave up and parked elsewhere.
Walking down the street, virtually every garden seemed to contain some combination of rubbish, food wrappers, broken kids toys, damaged gates and dog st. One house had music absolutely booming out of it. A few doors further down, three women were stood vaping on the driveway while the kids ran around outside.
Eventually got to the car and, to be completely fair, the lad selling it was absolutely sound. Very pleasant and helpful. His young nephew came out with him, accompanied by because of course he was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy.
The nephew was playing with the dog using one of those long, heavy rubber toys. He launched it into the air and it came down with an almighty THUD directly onto a neighbour s car.
Nobody seemed remotely concerned.
Then came a prolonged car horn. A woman was trying to get onto her driveway but couldn t because someone had blocked it.
At this point the seller explained that the collection of white work vans and trucks scattered all over the road belonged to a couple of neighbouring households. And these weren t just a couple of Transits. There were flatbeds, open-back trucks with gravel and building materials in them, the lot.
It genuinely felt like every thirty seconds another little scene unfolded.
The funniest part was that the actual bloke selling the car was a really nice chap and the car itself wasn t bad either.
A test drive never happened as the car wasn't insured.
But the entire time I was there I had one overriding thought - Let's get the hell out of here.
It was a real eye opener to be honest as I know all the stereotypes associated, but the see and hear it first hand was shocking.
Focus ST or was it a slightly ropey M135i?It was a relatively modern council estate where seemingly every house had been issued the same grey uPVC windows. Parking was absolutely impossible. Cars and battered vans everywhere, half on the pavement, half off it, to the point where I struggled to even turn the car round and eventually gave up and parked elsewhere.
Walking down the street, virtually every garden seemed to contain some combination of rubbish, food wrappers, broken kids toys, damaged gates and dog s
t. One house had music absolutely booming out of it. A few doors further down, three women were stood vaping on the driveway while the kids ran around outside.Eventually got to the car and, to be completely fair, the lad selling it was absolutely sound. Very pleasant and helpful. His young nephew came out with him, accompanied by because of course he was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy.
The nephew was playing with the dog using one of those long, heavy rubber toys. He launched it into the air and it came down with an almighty THUD directly onto a neighbour s car.
Nobody seemed remotely concerned.
Then came a prolonged car horn. A woman was trying to get onto her driveway but couldn t because someone had blocked it.
At this point the seller explained that the collection of white work vans and trucks scattered all over the road belonged to a couple of neighbouring households. And these weren t just a couple of Transits. There were flatbeds, open-back trucks with gravel and building materials in them, the lot.
It genuinely felt like every thirty seconds another little scene unfolded.
The funniest part was that the actual bloke selling the car was a really nice chap and the car itself wasn t bad either.
A test drive never happened as the car wasn't insured.
But the entire time I was there I had one overriding thought - Let's get the hell out of here.
It was a real eye opener to be honest as I know all the stereotypes associated, but the see and hear it first hand was shocking.
nute said:
DodgyGeezer said:
Saleen836 said:
nute said:
A few years ago I ( and others) litter picked a junction of the A303. We gathered 6-8 large bin bags full of take away coffee cups, red bull/ monster cans, kfc/ McD s bags and the like. A month later it looked like we had never bothered, coffee cups, monster and red bull cans all over the place.
A significant proportion of the people I share this island with are complete tts.
On a local to me bypass at one end is a Costa coffee at the other end is a roundabout, when I drove past the roundabout on my then commute there would be an increasing number of Costa coffee cups, I can take a good guess that it was the same scummer stopping for his/her morning coffee and having finished it by the end roundabout hurled it out of the vehicle windowA significant proportion of the people I share this island with are complete t
ts. It's tempting to hid a gopro and catch the shots, but doubtless any footage would be inadmissible unless you also put up a sign.
Strangely Brown said:
A27 has entered the chat: Hold my beer.
The litter on the A27 is, no other word for it, fking embarrassing. People are scum.
Every few years the A15 from Humber bridge to the M180 has 1 lane closed for "litter picking" it takes a few weeks & afterwards they put up a sign with the results.The litter on the A27 is, no other word for it, f
king embarrassing. People are scum.The last time it was done 2 years ago the signs said "16,000 black bin bags were filled during litter picking" this is a 7 mile stretch of dual carriageway.
E-bmw said:
Strangely Brown said:
A27 has entered the chat: Hold my beer.
The litter on the A27 is, no other word for it, fking embarrassing. People are scum.
Every few years the A15 from Humber bridge to the M180 has 1 lane closed for "litter picking" it takes a few weeks & afterwards they put up a sign with the results.The litter on the A27 is, no other word for it, f
king embarrassing. People are scum.The last time it was done 2 years ago the signs said "16,000 black bin bags were filled during litter picking" this is a 7 mile stretch of dual carriageway.
vikingaero said:
E-bmw said:
Strangely Brown said:
A27 has entered the chat: Hold my beer.
The litter on the A27 is, no other word for it, fking embarrassing. People are scum.
Every few years the A15 from Humber bridge to the M180 has 1 lane closed for "litter picking" it takes a few weeks & afterwards they put up a sign with the results.The litter on the A27 is, no other word for it, f
king embarrassing. People are scum.The last time it was done 2 years ago the signs said "16,000 black bin bags were filled during litter picking" this is a 7 mile stretch of dual carriageway.
DodgyGeezer said:
nute said:
DodgyGeezer said:
Saleen836 said:
nute said:
A few years ago I ( and others) litter picked a junction of the A303. We gathered 6-8 large bin bags full of take away coffee cups, red bull/ monster cans, kfc/ McD s bags and the like. A month later it looked like we had never bothered, coffee cups, monster and red bull cans all over the place.
A significant proportion of the people I share this island with are complete tts.
On a local to me bypass at one end is a Costa coffee at the other end is a roundabout, when I drove past the roundabout on my then commute there would be an increasing number of Costa coffee cups, I can take a good guess that it was the same scummer stopping for his/her morning coffee and having finished it by the end roundabout hurled it out of the vehicle windowA significant proportion of the people I share this island with are complete t
ts. It's tempting to hid a gopro and catch the shots, but doubtless any footage would be inadmissible unless you also put up a sign.
Tom8 said:
DodgyGeezer said:
nute said:
DodgyGeezer said:
Saleen836 said:
nute said:
A few years ago I ( and others) litter picked a junction of the A303. We gathered 6-8 large bin bags full of take away coffee cups, red bull/ monster cans, kfc/ McD s bags and the like. A month later it looked like we had never bothered, coffee cups, monster and red bull cans all over the place.
A significant proportion of the people I share this island with are complete tts.
On a local to me bypass at one end is a Costa coffee at the other end is a roundabout, when I drove past the roundabout on my then commute there would be an increasing number of Costa coffee cups, I can take a good guess that it was the same scummer stopping for his/her morning coffee and having finished it by the end roundabout hurled it out of the vehicle windowA significant proportion of the people I share this island with are complete t
ts. It's tempting to hid a gopro and catch the shots, but doubtless any footage would be inadmissible unless you also put up a sign.
Dog Biscuit said:
Went to view a car today in Ordsall, Salford, and I genuinely don t think I ve ever encountered so many stereotypes concentrated into such a small area.
It was a relatively modern council estate where seemingly every house had been issued the same grey uPVC windows. Parking was absolutely impossible. Cars and battered vans everywhere, half on the pavement, half off it, to the point where I struggled to even turn the car round and eventually gave up and parked elsewhere.
Walking down the street, virtually every garden seemed to contain some combination of rubbish, food wrappers, broken kids toys, damaged gates and dog st. One house had music absolutely booming out of it. A few doors further down, three women were stood vaping on the driveway while the kids ran around outside.
Eventually got to the car and, to be completely fair, the lad selling it was absolutely sound. Very pleasant and helpful. His young nephew came out with him, accompanied by because of course he was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy.
The nephew was playing with the dog using one of those long, heavy rubber toys. He launched it into the air and it came down with an almighty THUD directly onto a neighbour s car.
Nobody seemed remotely concerned.
Then came a prolonged car horn. A woman was trying to get onto her driveway but couldn t because someone had blocked it.
At this point the seller explained that the collection of white work vans and trucks scattered all over the road belonged to a couple of neighbouring households. And these weren t just a couple of Transits. There were flatbeds, open-back trucks with gravel and building materials in them, the lot.
It genuinely felt like every thirty seconds another little scene unfolded.
The funniest part was that the actual bloke selling the car was a really nice chap and the car itself wasn t bad either.
A test drive never happened as the car wasn't insured.
But the entire time I was there I had one overriding thought - Let's get the hell out of here.
It was a real eye opener to be honest as I know all the stereotypes associated, but the see and hear it first hand was shocking.
That your first time on a council estate? It was a relatively modern council estate where seemingly every house had been issued the same grey uPVC windows. Parking was absolutely impossible. Cars and battered vans everywhere, half on the pavement, half off it, to the point where I struggled to even turn the car round and eventually gave up and parked elsewhere.
Walking down the street, virtually every garden seemed to contain some combination of rubbish, food wrappers, broken kids toys, damaged gates and dog s
t. One house had music absolutely booming out of it. A few doors further down, three women were stood vaping on the driveway while the kids ran around outside.Eventually got to the car and, to be completely fair, the lad selling it was absolutely sound. Very pleasant and helpful. His young nephew came out with him, accompanied by because of course he was a Staffordshire Bull Terrier puppy.
The nephew was playing with the dog using one of those long, heavy rubber toys. He launched it into the air and it came down with an almighty THUD directly onto a neighbour s car.
Nobody seemed remotely concerned.
Then came a prolonged car horn. A woman was trying to get onto her driveway but couldn t because someone had blocked it.
At this point the seller explained that the collection of white work vans and trucks scattered all over the road belonged to a couple of neighbouring households. And these weren t just a couple of Transits. There were flatbeds, open-back trucks with gravel and building materials in them, the lot.
It genuinely felt like every thirty seconds another little scene unfolded.
The funniest part was that the actual bloke selling the car was a really nice chap and the car itself wasn t bad either.
A test drive never happened as the car wasn't insured.
But the entire time I was there I had one overriding thought - Let's get the hell out of here.
It was a real eye opener to be honest as I know all the stereotypes associated, but the see and hear it first hand was shocking.
Costa certainly used to have a system where you could take any single use coffee cups (not just theirs) to a branch and they would recycle them. I suppose the logic was that whilst you were there you'd probably end up buying a coffee!
Littering really annoys me. I think because it reveals the litterer is so bloody selfish that they won't even keep a small amount of rubbish (that they generated!) until they find a bin. Oh, you don't want the smell of burger and chips in your car? Well you probably shouldn't have eaten a burger and chips in your car then. A paper bag isn't going to be doing much Vs the fact you scoffed the meal there and now have burger sauce all over your hands.
Littering really annoys me. I think because it reveals the litterer is so bloody selfish that they won't even keep a small amount of rubbish (that they generated!) until they find a bin. Oh, you don't want the smell of burger and chips in your car? Well you probably shouldn't have eaten a burger and chips in your car then. A paper bag isn't going to be doing much Vs the fact you scoffed the meal there and now have burger sauce all over your hands.
vikingaero said:
I like the idea of that. Or you could add a "douche tax" on the Top 50 brands that create the most litter to cover with cleaning up. I think chewing gum needs a major douche tax applied to it.
No, chewing gum just needs to be banned.Besides the reduction in mess, it would stop the appalling constant mouth breathing wet nausea inducing chomping from council types everywhere they go
[I'm autistic and audible chewing - especially open mouthed chewing - makes me have high levels of irrational rage. So not sure if this is my 'tism' at fault, or if its a more widespread loathing experienced by other people more aligned to my standards of eating etiquette]
vikingaero said:
williamp said:
The bumps aren't for drivers to find the horn. They are grips for extended horn use! 
Randy Winkman said:
It is bad. What do people actually think happens to these balloons?
A recent article on biodegradable "party" balloons that are being developed though.
A local village had their annual Regatta celebrations last week so we spent quite a lot of time their as it is where my nieces live and they have a beach hut on the beach. Lots of kids all happily having water fights with water pistols, no drama at all. Then the local "rough kids" turn up with a packet of 1,000 water balloons. Imagine the mess left on a pebble beach by 1,000 tiny water balloons which were less accurate and took more time to fill up than the rest of the kids with their water pistols. A recent article on biodegradable "party" balloons that are being developed though.
Ban water balloons, ban balloon releases and ban disposable BBQs. The problem with doing that is that the scum who use those items will just find something else to litter the environment with.
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