It's a bloody crime.

Where I grew up, that skip would have been full by now.
Skip spotting was like a sport in the suburbs of London.
No skip was safe. Within minutes of it being delivered, a dozen
locals would have wheelbarrows, prams, stolen shopping trolleys
loaded up to the brim, ready and waiting for night to fall.
My mum used to load my sister and I up with all sorts of shit,
and make us crawl across main roads like it was like some black ops exercise.

Just looking at it makes me want to feel tarmac on my face.

Thanks for your lovely comments, sexy people.
I'm right busy, and it's feels so great to read them between
wiping blood from my eyes. xxx