Polly the crusher

Episode 1

The first trip

It was a cold Sunday morning at the very noisy skip hire centre. There was already a huge queue outside the gate waiting to get in to the most favourite place in the whole universe of Polly the crusher. Polly is an oafish idiot, mocked by those he thought were his friends. He would blurt out thoughts with no consideration for others and generally insult people without care.

Polly swaggered in to the site his long limbs dragging at his side, his fingers centemetres from the ground. His thumb bright red and swollen. His bright blue eyes were circling around the centre excitedly looking for his next victim. There was always someone gullable enough to get trapped into his web. Sucked in and eventually trampled down and drawn in into the crusher in this no ordinary skip hire centre.

This was a place where people would come looking for bargains from the large skips of rubbish. Rummaging through other folks trash seeing what they could recover for themselves. What didn’t get taken by the general public. Oh how Polly loved to watch the vultures scour the skips. Dream of making millions from a find. Perhaps finally find that pot of gold, although it wouldn’t be at the end of a rainbow it would be discovered in a filthy metal host defaced in graffiti filled with jumbled contents.

“Polly stop day dreaming” said the gaffer in a loud almost automated voice. As if he knew he would be saying this today, and certainly not once. Polly lifted his head looked over…