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

sirbhp

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The young folks nowadays have all the porn they could ever ask for on the internet, not like when I was a young man and had to have the integrity to walk up to the counter-jumper in a seedy little video store that had a red "XXX" neon sign in the window, and say "I'm looking for 'All Tit-******* Ass-worshipping rimjobbers" with a straight face.

Dint they have bushes in the park in yore day then ?
 
I can't support your view.
Cowboy tradesmen try all sorts to avoid paying to dispose of their crap. I cannot blame councils for being strict on these people. Much of the complaints come not from the council but the people that own legitimate businesses and pay the required costs. The cowboys just put them out of business.
I had something similar when my uncle was giving me a hand with some roofing work, requiring 7 or 8 trips to the dump with full trailers of stuff. All he was doing was using his pickup, an old banger of a ford with my trailer and I was with him at every trip, hand balling it off with a shovel.
After the 3rd or 4th visit we were stopped and asked to explain. I did and was told to bring some ID and a council tax bill for the address, which I didn't mind doing at all. I even offered the official a brew if they wanted to come around and see for themselves.
FYI, your £2k isn't spent paying the dump wallahs.
Our final move on retirement from the service last year generated a huge number of cardboard boxes. The movers couldn't pick them up for some time so we had to get rid of them. I'd hired a van to move stuff between storage and our two properties and popped over to the tip with the flattened boxes in the back. The Hi Viz chap wagged his finger at me and said 'you'll need a commercial licence.' I explained my situation and showed him my now redundant MOD 90, so he let me in and explained he'd been in the Army years ago 'but left after he punched his corporal'.

Which probably explains why he was working at a tip 30-odd years later.
 
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So I went to the dump again yesterday.

And in the sales shed there was a scuba diver's buoyancy aid. Looked in good working order with no visible damage. My mid 20 year old self just taking up diving when living abroad would probably have taken a punt and haggled for that.

But diving in the Solent doesn't appeal, so I let it pass.

This time I didn't come back with stuff.
Life delivers cruel blows, doesn't it?
 
Back in the late 80s in Osnabruck I was living in an estate of hirings on the edge of town. Between us and open country there was a new main road; the original road was derelict with a couple of skips on it.

One weekend out walking the hound, we found one of the skips half full of brand new table cloths for garden tables. Good quality woven plastic things still in their original packaging. I rounded up a load of mates from the patch and we all filled our car boots with them. We gave loads away; the patio tables outside the messes, bars etc in camp all got them.

At my sons 21st party, my ex wife had two brand new table cloths on the tables. He wasn’t born for another three tours.
 

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As a young lad I scrounged a underwater spear gun from the local tip.
Thrown in with a lot of other rubbish, in those days you could look through the stuff before the pikey staff do these days. Playing cowboys & Indians as an 8 yr old got a bit more exciting after this and it shot out some 30 foot. My Mum went loony after I had speared my first friend with it.
 
I went to a council dump in about 1990/95. The man immediately before me had handed the dump employee a large holdall which he was about to hurl into the skip. He looked into it, tutted loudly and held it open so that I could see what it contained. It was stuffed full of British Airways stereo headphones, still sealed in their plastic bags. They were meant to be handed out to passengers in return for a donation to charity. I took a large handfull.

A couple of them are still in use, mostly when the kids have lost the stupid flimsy ear-bud things they buy. I should have taken the whole bag. It went into the skip amidst much more tutting.
 
All sorts of household items get discarded at the clothes bank at the Tesco's in the Islamic Republic of Bent next to Ikea.

I retrieved a nice set of dinner plates from there the other week, plus a new towel and a laptop bag that puts my ole Lenovo one to shame.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say.
 
All sorts of household items get discarded at the clothes bank at the Tesco's in the Islamic Republic of Bent next to Ikea.

I retrieved a nice set of dinner plates from there the other week, plus a new towel and a laptop bag that puts my ole Lenovo one to shame.

Never look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say.
You are truly "King of the Pikeys"!
Do you also lay tarmac?
 
This little mahogany cabinet - part of a much larger dressing table - was all that was left after the staff had broken int up at Elstree. I fitted little brass knobs to it (the turned ones were broken) and filled in a groove where it had been attached to a shelf. It's now home to my watches, Cuffinks and medals
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on the same trip I also recovered this lovely Georgian travelling chest, complete with keys, dated c 1810. It would have been covered in Pony skin.
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It needs a bit of work, but I was chuffed to recover both items from destruction.
 

Kirkz

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A friend of mines youngest recons I'm the greenest person in the world because I've saved so much stuff from going into landfill my carbon footprint must be negative.
 

Kirkz

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