It was my ward colleague, David Rundle, who first alerted me to the infinite creative possibilities of which Oxford’s denizens can now avail themselves by directing me to the website of the Wheelie Bin Cover Company. Tasteful, I’m sure you’ll agree.
(Reminded me of the brilliant Linda Smith’s description of her Brummie grandmother’s house: “everything that could possibly have a cover had a cover” - the Radio Times, toilet roll holder, etc.)

So I was delighted to be e-mailed this exemplum of the species (right) by one of my local residents, who runs the exemplary www.headington.org.uk.
She conveys - with admirably subversive pith, I feel - her sentiments about the proposed new ‘recycling revolution’, while at the same time promoting one of Oxford’s most famous landmarks, Bill Heine’s Headington Shark.
(She is wrong about the wheelie bins, by the way. But such differences of opinion over matters this weighty is just the kind of thing I imagine Voltaire had in mind when coining his famous aphorism.)

But for added meta-subversion, why not decorate your wheelie bin with a picture of… a wheelie bin? If that doesn’t freak out your neighbours nothing will.
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