Picture the scene. By a skip site september sunset, soon-to-be Garbologist HQ sits framed by half a red Ford Fiesta, planted on the brae in the hope that it may yet sprout the necessary parts to pass its MOT. The doors are open, the shed has been photo-shopped in at an awkward angle, and the sound of recycling whistles amongst the skips. Don your Hi-Viz, The Garbologists are coming!
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