Rockupandroll had an odd experience with a bin man yesterday. I was on my way for a swim at the unholy unnatural time of 6am when I came across a bin van emptying the giant green bins not unlike the one in the picture above. Problem was, the bin was in-front of the drop down curb so rather than having my nostrils assaulted by waiting by a Westminster Council bin van full of rotting rubbish I took an opportunistic moment and nipped under the bin as it was hauled into the air to dispose of its contents. Problem was this seemed to massively upset and offend the bin man emptying the bin. So much so he shouted after me: “You f**cking idiot, watch where you are going you dick.” Fair enough it wasn’t the safest move I’ve ever done. He wasn’t finished there though and as I turned round to apologise he added, “it’s a good job you are in a chair”.

Now I can only assume he meant if I wasn’t in a chair he would have been up for a tussle and some ungraceful rolling around on the floor. In that respect and given he was about 60 and a bit on the short side it is a good job I’m in a chair as he would have been wanting a grapple with someone who stands 6ft7 and in all likelihood would have weighed about 16 stone. I must admit I was taken aback by this especially as it was so chuffing early. What made it worse the next 500 metre push upto the pool was made a bit more awkward as I evidently had to chosen his bin collecting route and passed him again about six more times with uncomfortable glaring on display before I got to the comfort of the pool.