I chuffing well do not flipping believe it!
Here I am, sitting in my James Bond style, gadget-strewn nerve centre at the old Cliff Top Mansion, and what do I see? The sweepy-broomy man from the council is only cleaning up the road minutes after the bin men have been. Normally the detritus is left on the street for at least 24 hours to give the KFC gulls a chance to pick over it.
What next, wheelie bins for Disgusta Road? Has there been a revolution on Uranus while I've been away?