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Re: Bin Holes.
Binmen these days don't know how easy they have it. It's no joke crawling into a filthy, foul-smelling bin 'ole, dragging the bin out as the ash blows into your face, then heaving the whole thing onto your shoulder to tip it in the wagon.
Mind you, there's another side of the coin to the H&S issue. We used to do our round at a very, very brisk pace, chucking any scrap metal we found into the cab. The result was we finished our week's round on Friday lunchtime, then it was up to that place on Back Burnley Road to cash in the scrap and off to the pub for the afternoon to spend our ill-gotten gains, before we were driven back to the yard in a very, er, mellow state. It'd never be allowed these days!
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