Being Arsed!

More Money than Sense

Further proof, if proof be needed, that in leafy Buckinghamshire there are too many people with too much money (excluding this author).

I cam across some more input to my profiling activities to define 'Beaconsfield Woman' and 'Beaconsfield Man' when I visited the local tip.

Time was, the tip was where people took absolute rubbish, things that no-one could possibly extract any further use from except to recycle the materials. This seems not to be the case round our way. I was dumping some garden refuse in the skip earmarked for stuff to be composted, 'Beaconsfield Man' turned up (in a Merc estate, natch) and unloaded an old vacuum cleaner. Thing was, there was a place to put metal electrical items but he was a bit puzzled about what to do with this one, cos it was a Dyson! The bloke running the tip couldnt believe his luck - I expect its already on its way to a second hand shop in Slough.

Looking around I counted 19 bicycles, all complete, working and in good used condition. 19! Why do people take this stuff to a tip? In my day they would have gone to someone who had a child of the right size for them, or at worst into the "Five pounds and under" free ads in the local paper. But not here. The town is full of charity shops (outside which people seem happy to dump piles of useless shit when they are closed).

I spose I shouldn't be surprised, but I am.