A WAR of a different kind is making waves at the moment.

Unfortunately there won't be any demonstrations against it or a phoney report to cover everyone's back after it's happened.

It's been long time coming, but maybe it was only a matter of time before our council decided it was time to root out the rubbish tippers.

Gone are the days I could cycle down my back alley without coming across anything. Now you would find it hard to get through from one end to the other without coming across some sort of hindrance.

Last week a neighbour decided to renovate his house and hired a skip. Within hours it was full of everyone else's rubbish -- old mattresses, settees, wedding decorations, milk bottles, nappies, (nothing I could find of any use) the list goes on.

"Well it's not our fault, the wheelie bins are too small," exclaimed one man. "The bins fill up too quickly - what with all the junk my wife brings from holiday."

He went on to tell me how his wife had recently returned with a crate of nice, juicy mangos. Most of them went bad on the flight and then stank his car out when he hit the M60.

Eventually, he had to stop on the motorway and eat the lot so they wouldn't go to waste.

BUT it's not the big stuff that really gets on most people's noses. It's the little things like crisp packets and newspapers. If you are going to chuck it out of a car at least give the pedestrians a minute to duck.

I got soaked in garlic and chilli sauce last time. It doesn't matter where you live in a town there's always one guy who couldn't care less. He not only litters his driveway but everyone else's while he's trying to smuggle his rubbish into your bin. You know who you are!

As well as fining people for littering they should make them clean the whole street up and then turn up at 8am every Thursday morning to my house to take my rubbish out. That should teach 'em.