Eric Potts
Well-known member
I was planning to take a rocket launcher to Windsor tomorrow, but I think it may have got mixed up with the recycling . Any advice on how to get it back ?
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- Thread starter Eric Potts
- Start date
Careless ! A quick call to the City Clean helpline should solve your problem.
Cotton Socks
Skint Supporter
- Feb 20, 2017
- 1,697
I would suggest go to the Hollingdean Depot but the road is closed for some reason? I think some of the recycling goes to the Newhaven incinerator so might be worth a look there.
Medwayseagull
JCB
What was the intended destination and how many did it hold ?
The Brighton Bear
Come on Kylie, get a grip
Are you Kim Jong-un?
bravohotelalpha
Well-known member
We definitely do not want Brighton & Hove rubbish in East Sussex
Seagull's Return
Active member
Ooh, you'll be in trouble now, the internet is monitored you know.
Somewhere in the depths of GCHQ (or more likely some Yank facility somewhere), a tiny light is flickering on a big, silver console in a room full of whirring spools and clicking, beeping noises. "Hallo, what have we here then?", muses The Duty Controller as he carefully puts down his churchwarden pipe in the ashtray, picks up the red telephone receiver and dials a single number. "Royal-hater, eh? Better get the boys round for a shufti", he murmurs to himself in the cut-glass accent of Winchester and the Guards. Smoothing his moustache absently, he waits for his call to be answered. "Blue Team? Duty Control here. I've got a wet-ops assignment for you in Sussex. Yes, all necessary force authorised - might as well take the dogs, they could do with a run out..."
Somewhere in the depths of GCHQ (or more likely some Yank facility somewhere), a tiny light is flickering on a big, silver console in a room full of whirring spools and clicking, beeping noises. "Hallo, what have we here then?", muses The Duty Controller as he carefully puts down his churchwarden pipe in the ashtray, picks up the red telephone receiver and dials a single number. "Royal-hater, eh? Better get the boys round for a shufti", he murmurs to himself in the cut-glass accent of Winchester and the Guards. Smoothing his moustache absently, he waits for his call to be answered. "Blue Team? Duty Control here. I've got a wet-ops assignment for you in Sussex. Yes, all necessary force authorised - might as well take the dogs, they could do with a run out..."
