So you go to the dump, and come back with stuff

Back in the early 90's I removed a painting from a skip in Notting Hill just as a labourer was about to dump a barrowful of spoil on it . I had it framed and it takes pride of place in my living room . Someone suggested I get it valued and the reply was " in the region of £5,000 " .
Since then I have poked my nose in every skip I've come across .
We are both an incredibly wasteful society and one that has no appreciation of it's past . I have come across all sorts of memorabilia and valuable artefacts , including a Battle of Britain pilot's log book plus other mementoes ( I tracked down relatives and gave it to them ) and quite valuable Turkish and Afghan carpets .
I thoroughly recommend you try it .
 

Goatman

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Book Reviewer
i can remeber the good old days when all the tip police wanted to do was help milfs to tip stuff over the side and harvest jazz mags from the paper bins
Get hep to the jive Daddio !

...some of those old 'Downbeat' covers are, like, collectables man....be cool. :-D

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[ I don't think he means those kind of of jazz mags Hep Cat. He don't dig us baby. Ed ]
 
i can remeber the good old days when all the tip police wanted to do was help milfs to tip stuff over the side and harvest jazz mags from the paper bins
Years ago I was driving though Brisbane late at night in a hired Avis car.

There was a big bang as I ran over something. I skidded to a halt, hoping it wasn't a dog. It was a huge parcel of incredibly hard core porn, tied up with white tape. I threw it in the boot.

I took the car back on the Friday and flew to Sydney. When I arrived home my wife said Avis had called, asking if I realised I had left my porn collection in the car....

She never believed me. I doubt you lot will either.
 
Around 1985 in North London an impoverished student mate of mine visited the dump in connection with some casual labour he was doing and found a Suzi 125cc just standing there with the key in the ignition. He traced the owner via the number plate and called him to ask about the bike. The guy told him he could have it and even supplied my mate with the paperwork. Bike served him until he finished his studies and he flogged it afterwards.
Now a very wealthy chap indeed, owns a bfo farm in NZ and god knows what else.
Mate of mine was bimbling into his office one day when he saw a motorbike that had been sitting in the same spot for a while in the carpark of the company opposite his place of business. We're both shooters and tend to spend a fair bit of that time travelling around farms on shooting trips together, and had been talking about getting dirt bikes for getting around easier without scaring the animals.

He asked the business owner about it. The business owner said he couldn't figure out what was wrong with it and that my mate could have it. My mate wrestled it into the back of his car, took it home and discovered something minor with it that required 5 mins of work to fix (I think he said something about the carby being blocked, can't remember exactly), and had it up and running again in no time.

The sad thing is that the place of business opposite my mates office is a mechanics workshop! I've heard enough stories about this guy from his ex customers coming into our service department to not be suprised. He only ever seems to have one car at a time being worked on. Most times, it's the same car there for three-four days (this business is quite close to my office and the service department)

Buggered if I know how he's still in business.
 
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Here in the land down under, you get six bulk rubbish collections a year. Just put your junk outside on the street and the council come along and pick it up. Being a roadside pikey is a national sport.

Amongst the many street side proffs in our house are a double antique bed frames, armchairs, two coffee tables, the entire patio furniture set, a kids electric go-kart. My daughter and I surf every day on two cracking surf boards obtained road side.

Before we got together, my OH had a collection of old Singer sewing machines, but they went in a messy divorce. So I recently gave her a 1928 model build in to an Art Deco style table. Little does she know where I “bought” it! Dead romantic me.
Have you ever noticed that it's the posties that get all the good stuff first?

Years ago I was dismantling our old pool and dragging the remains out the front to be collected (nicked for metal or whatever) when the postie popped past with the mail.

He had a quick chat with us asking about the pool filter then came back later that day (on the postie bike!) with a couple of bungee straps to strap the filter to the back, and off he went balancing this bloody thing on the back of the bike!

I fell in love with those Honda CT110's that day, so much so that I ended up buying myself one recently!
 
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sunny james

War Hero
Check that gas bottle is it refillable gas low one? If so worth flogging it to a motorhome owner
When I put my Sprinter motorhome together I went down to the local council dump/reclamation centre. It was and still is run by a private company for the council.
I asked one of the bods if they had any gas cylinders they could let me have and very obligingly raised a barrier and pointed me in the right direction warning me of the cameras. I slipped him a fiver. Mission accomplished.

The normal dumping skips take almost anything non toxic and there are also special bins for electrics and oil etc. No restrictions on vehicles except no commercials. The height barrier stops me taking the Sprinter through so I have to go on the weighbridge and show I'm a local resident. Big stuff like sofas goes in the halls where the refuse trucks dump. Nowadays they make me wear one of their hard hats and high viz. Can't complain though as there is no charge.
Council also collect garden waste in a wheel bin every week. Took me over a month to get rid of a 30 foot tree last autumn.
 
Years ago I was driving though Brisbane late at night in a hired Avis car.

There was a big bang as I ran over something. I skidded to a halt, hoping it wasn't a dog. It was a huge parcel of incredibly hard core porn, tied up with white tape. I threw it in the boot.

I took the car back on the Friday and flew to Sydney. When I arrived home my wife said Avis had called, asking if I realised I had left my porn collection in the car....

She never believed me. I doubt you lot will either.

We do believe you.

















Aye,right.
 
Have you ever noticed that it's the posties that get all the good stuff first?

Years ago I was dismantling our old pool and dragging the remains out the front to be collected (nicked for metal or whatever) when the postie popped past with the mail.

He had a quick chat with us asking about the pool filter then came back later that day (on the postie bike!) with a couple of bungee straps to strap the filter to the back, and off he went balancing this bloody thing on the back of the bike!

I fell in love with those Honda CT110's that day, so much so that I ended up buying myself one recently!
There’s a few pikeys who head around in utes and grab stuff. Not seen posties at it. You do have to be quick though; it helps having a big vehicle into which you can shove stuff.

Have you come across the postie bike challenge? This years is from Brisbane to Darwin. I’d imagine there’s a fair amount of piss sunk on the way!
 
Mate of mine was bimbling into his office one day when he saw a motorbike that had been sitting in the same spot for a while in the carpark of the company opposite his place of business. We're both shooters and tend to spend a fair bit of that time travelling around farms on shooting trips together, and had been talking about getting dirt bikes for getting around easier without scaring the animals.

He asked the business owner about it. The business owner said he couldn't figure out what was wrong with it and that my mate could have it. My mate wrestled it into the back of his car, took it home and discovered something minor with it that required 5 mins of work to fix (I think he said something about the carby being blocked, can't remember exactly), and had it up and running again in no time.

The sad thing is that the place of business opposite my mates office is a mechanics workshop! I've heard enough stories about this guy from his ex customers coming into our service department to not be suprised. He only ever seems to have one car at a time being worked on. Most times, it's the same car there for three-four days (this business is quite close to my office and the service department)

Buggered if I know how he's still in business.
Money laundering or people trafficking …...
Dob him in
 

TamH70

MIA
The couch I'm sitting on, and as referred to on another thread last night, I rebuilt (with M10 set screws and nuts rather than the two-piece weak-assed fixings it came with and failed miserably to cope with my usage of it - it started life as an Argos-branded sofa-bed with a BFO steel frame and broke my drill briefly in doing so - see BFO steel frame), wasn't a dump find as such, but one I found abandoned outside one of my neighbouring tenement blocks. It looked too good to just leave lying there for the bin man to take away and sell for a profit.

It was minus the cushiony/mattressy/futony thing, which I wouldn't have taken anyway as EWW!!!, but I solved that with the funniest shopping trip I've ever been on and a few quids worth of fancy "neoprene" fabric and my sewing machine. It's not the most comfortable sitting experience but some buckshee M10 x 100mm set screws (I learned that they are NOT bolts while browsing Screwfix's Tool Porn site) have ensured it will last me quite a long time, and if the cushions ever fail, I can whip up another set as I are handy.
 

Mr_Baiter

War Hero
Years ago I was driving though Brisbane late at night in a hired Avis car.

There was a big bang as I ran over something. I skidded to a halt, hoping it wasn't a dog. It was a huge parcel of incredibly hard core porn, tied up with white tape. I threw it in the boot.

I took the car back on the Friday and flew to Sydney. When I arrived home my wife said Avis had called, asking if I realised I had left my porn collection in the car....

She never believed me. I doubt you lot will either.
Off thread but..............................

While posted to the demo squadron at Warminster early 90s I and a mate lived out of camp in a rented cottage in a nearby village. The garage over the road did video rentals and I had rented something with Tom Hanks in it to watch with my girlfriend on Saturday night.

Come Monday morning I went downstairs, flipped the tape out of the VCR put it back in it's box and delivered it back to the garage.

Later that evening my housemate was looking a bit shifty and uncomfortable and asked me if I had taken anything out of the VCR - turns out that he had come in late Sunday evening and put something to do with pregnant ladies dressed in latex on the telly for a crafty hand shandy. The Tom Hanks Movie was on the floor next to the VCR.

I managed the 50yds to the garage in about 5 seconds and luckily they hadn't rented out the tape to anyone else. Got a very raised eyebrow from the young lady serving at the counter though.
 
Off thread but..............................

While posted to the demo squadron at Warminster early 90s I and a mate lived out of camp in a rented cottage in a nearby village. The garage over the road did video rentals and I had rented something with Tom Hanks in it to watch with my girlfriend on Saturday night.

Come Monday morning I went downstairs, flipped the tape out of the VCR put it back in it's box and delivered it back to the garage.

Later that evening my housemate was looking a bit shifty and uncomfortable and asked me if I had taken anything out of the VCR - turns out that he had come in late Sunday evening and put something to do with pregnant ladies dressed in latex on the telly for a crafty hand shandy. The Tom Hanks Movie was on the floor next to the VCR.

I managed the 50yds to the garage in about 5 seconds and luckily they hadn't rented out the tape to anyone else. Got a very raised eyebrow from the young lady serving at the counter though.
In my friend's case back in the 90s, he wasn't so lucky. His face was a picture as he took the phone call from the video rental place as the girl on the end of the line said that he had accidentally returned "a personal video tape". He lost his prized cassette of Anal Cum Sluts 7 as he refused to go and ask for the tape back and wouldn't show his face there for weeks.
 
In my friend's case back in the 90s, he wasn't so lucky. His face was a picture as he took the phone call from the video rental place as the girl on the end of the line said that he had accidentally returned "a personal video tape". He lost his prized cassette of **** Cum Sluts 7 as he refused to go and ask for the tape back and wouldn't show his face there for weeks.
Your friend was bullshitting you. Not that I'd know much about these sort of things but...
Everybody knows @nal Cum Sluts only went up to 5 releases - not 7.
 

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