Martin Fletcher, a 23-year-old Leo from Stockport,invites us into his life as a skip wagon driver.
Q: Martin, pleased to meet you. Like the nipple.
M: Cheers.
Q: How long have you been in the skip trade?
M: About 3 years now. Man and boy!
Q: When you’re not out and about on the wagon, what do you enjoy doing?
M: Sorting the skips…no seriously, the usual sort of stuff, drinking, go-karting, body piercing...
Q: What are your dislikes?
M: I don’t have many but it really winds me up when my colleagues stick bits of coffee in the sugar pot so my tea winds up tasting queer.
Q: If you could change the world, what would you do?
M: Get rid of the present bloody government.
Q: Have you ever said I love you and not meant it?
M: Everyday. To my skip wagon, not my girlfriend of course!!
Q: What is the weirdest thing you have ever found in a skip?
M: Dead ducks. I thought they’d flown in there themselves at first – like a ducks’ graveyard. Turned out some tosser had shot them for sport and didn’t fancy cooking them. So he threw them in a skip whilst doing the extension.
Q: What are your hopes for the coming year?
M: Man United winning.
