When I was a kid, one galvanised bin and anything you put out got taken, and the dustbinmen got a bit of something at Christmas, as a show of appreciation for helping to make the world go round.
Nowadays, everything has to be sealed and sorted before being put in one of, who knows how many, different coloured bins, bags, boxes, and skips.
When I was a kid, our dustbinmen were wrangled by Geoff.
What's your binman's name?
This, my friends, is what our leaders call 'progress', 'civlisation' and, 'the future'.
I call it rubbish.