Bins, ne’er-do-wells, charcoal and pencil…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s carefully selected colours are: bamboo red, bamboo, brown, bamboo orange, bamboo violet, bamboo green, bamboo turquoise, and punk pink.

They come every two weeks, or rather every week, but alternately; the choice is black (some people call them ‘grey’) brown and blue. Well of course they don’t come every week, but the chaps from the Dulltown Council come to empty them every week. I don’t need to put my black one out for them very often, it not being filled up as much as the blue, (recyclables, bottles, jars, paper, cardboard and such) and the brown, (compostables and food waste) and only really when I have been out the back cutting my scruffy privet hedge.
Two weeks ago it was blue and brown bin day. The chaps can come as early as seven am, so I generally wheel the things out onto the pavement the night before.
I’ll bet, dear reader, you are wondering where all this is going, and you are wondering if it is going to get a bit more interesting – be reassured, we will have a little more drama, and it will conclude with some art, and even a nice photograph to look at!
So, two weeks ago, the day of the great emptying, around lunchtime I nipped out to bring my emptied blue bin in. Ha! Not only was it still filled with my carefully sorted recyclables, but some local ne’er-do-well, some loutish person, without a bin of their own, or being too dim-witted to understand the colour-coding of such sophisticated urban devices, had, during the night, dumped in it, not only a large black plastic bag of non-recyclables, but two plastic dishes of greasy chips and furry mouldy take-away curry!
As soon as the council chaps spotted this stuff they had quite rightly refused to empty the bin, and they put my house on the list of people to be warned and informed of the consequences of such errors by post…
So, after dealing with the foreign refuse, I was then stuck living with an almost full blue bin for the following two weeks until the chaps return for the next day of the great emptying.
Ah, but then, if I put the thing out the night before as usual this outrage might happen again – those unknown ne’er-do-wells might stage a rerun their dastardly deed!
So, I set my alarm for 6.45, got up, and put my bin out first thing. But Dave, suppose the miscreants are early risers and generally do their illicit dumping at cock-crow?
Yes, I thought of that, I decided to keep a lookout from my living room window just in case. I was hoping the council chaps would turn up pretty soon after seven, but I had no idea of their schedule – what could I do, hanging around in my living room, whilst periodically sneaking a peep out through the Venetians?…
Aha! I have an old large ‘architect’s’ drawing board in there with a recently started drawing clipped to it – yes, I could potter about and continue with my new drawing as I waited. Here’s a picture of the thing before I started fiddling with it:

Nice drawing board, isn’t it?
Obviously that is my drawing top centre, it has some carefree charcoal smears and some more careful, but tentative, pencil lines; on the left you can see the ‘parallel-motion’ adjustable rulers of the machine; my Talking Pictures TV calendar with for July a picture of lovely British film actor Terry Thomas; on the right you may observe some guitar straps flopped over the top; a picture of Fenella Fielding from Carry On Screaming; and a picture Giorgio de Chirico sitting in his studio. Don’t the colours in this photo go together nicely?…
The bin emptying didn’t happen until about 9.30, so I had plenty of time to get the drawing finished – by the way, it looks quite different now from how it looks in this picture – one day I might do a post showing the final version, I’m very pleased with it – I must let my friend Stella see it – she’ll hate it of course!…

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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5 Responses to Bins, ne’er-do-wells, charcoal and pencil…

  1. Sharon Mann says:

    What a pain in the…@$$, but you did end up with a cool drawing.

  2. Jheron Bash says:

    Quite an urban saga! I feel your pain ….

  3. David Manley says:

    Less traumatic but…just got back to find our black bin hosting a quantity of beer bottles…that we all know full well go in the red box (round these parts)…bloody louts!!

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