Now whilst I applaud anything that makes it easier and more convenient to recycle, I am in some ways going to sorely miss my fortnightly trudge around to the recycling bank by the library to get rid of my empties.
It's not the walk there that thrills me - it's the sheer catharsis and childlike exuberance that springs from the simple act of shoving my (Freudian) bottle as hard as I can into the (even more Freudian) brush-surrounded hole and revelling in the deafening thrill of glass being smashed to smithereens.
Ah well, I guess I can still indulge my fetish occasionally. In the meantime, I'll make a mental note for myself not attempt to recreate the thrill of these bottle smashing antics with my little blue bucket-thing.
But not before I've written my postcode and house number on my bin, like a good little boy.
(P.S. Does anyone else things it's a little premature of Sutton Council to send these little bins around a whole month before we can actually use them? Any ideas what we can use if for in the meantime?)