I KNOW I keep calling forlornly for it, but the revolt of the pesto peasants - the day the victimised middle classes of this country rise up against the government - can't be far off.

In the end, I don't think it will be the disgraceful hike in car tax or the eye-watering cost of filling your fuel tank that does for this discredited NuLabour administration. It'll be the Gestapo-like tactics of the Bin Police who'll see local councillors swinging from lampposts while the Town Hall burns.

Not a week passes without another series of aberrations: this week's horrors included the council in Plymouth forcing families to nominate an adult member of their family who could be fined and given a criminal record in the event of any bin-related malpractice; the stunned pensioners of Skipton being told that they had to lift the heavy internal containers out of their wheelie bins themselves "to spare the binmens' backs"; and the case of arch criminal single mother Zoe Watmough of Bolton, who was fined £265 for putting her bins out a few hours too early.

These are garbage gangland tactics that not even waste disposal supremo Tony Soprano would dare to try. Try to question your local council about this institutionalised bullying and they'll claim that it's all down to central government. Collar your local MP and he'll blame the EU if he's a Tory or drowning polar bears if he's Labour. That's if he's a "he", rather than one of those appalling harridans who shouts down all opposition while never having held down a proper job in her life.

The truth of the matter is that we are being tormented because much of the Netherlands lies below sea level. No, really. Dig a hole for landfill in Holland and the whole place turns into Hull. And, because the Dutch can't bury their rubbish, they've led the way in forcing through legislation that stops the rest of us doing it as well - even though we have more than enough empty coal mines to accommodate the next 100 years' worth of disposable nappies or Waitrose carrier bags.

Just think about that the next time you're buying tulips, or Edam, or dope.


* FROM THE Bin Police to the Balloon Police. Sixteen-year-old Max Twizell was attending a charity event in Newcastle city centre when the pink, helium-filled balloon he was carrying escaped his grasp and floated away. This prompted a litter warden to pounce and present him with a £50 fine for littering.

Max's mum, Lorraine, is rightly indignant: "Will the council fine every charity that holds a balloon race £50 per balloon, or toddlers in prams who accidentally release helium balloons?"

Stephen Savage, director of regulatory services and public protection at the council (and there's a Turkey Army job if ever I've heard one) is predictably pathetic: "To some people this may seem harsh but we believe that to create a cleaner, safer city we must send out a clear message that this will not be tolerated."

Well, it's good to know that the streets of Newcastle are free from discarded balloons (although I'm not sure you could say that about the back alleys around the Bigg Market). If only they could do the same for knives, we might be making progress.


* AND THERE'S still time for the Paddling Pool Police to make their debut. The amusingly-named Lourdes Maxwell (a single grandmother, if that makes any sense) has been putting one of those inflatable paddling pools in the communal garden of her council flats for the past 24 years. In all that time the two-foot deep pool has been used by her children, grandchildren and the kids of neighbours without incident. But no more.

Portsmouth City Council has now decided that this plastic peril cannot be used in future without the presence of lifeguards and a hefty insurance policy. We defer to another Turkey Army apparatchik, Nigel Selley, neighbourhood manager, who says: "We did not have sufficient assurances that the risks associated with providing such a facility would be well-managed. We have since spoken to Ms Maxwell and she is aware of our concerns for child safety and the risks associated with drowning."

Yes, well, I'm sure the prospect of a submerged toddler has never occurred to her before, but there we go. Let's just hope that Ms Maxwell, 47, can afford to hire a couple of red-trunked hunks to keep the council happy.


* IT APPEARS that we don't have room to discuss the government's latest IT project, a £120 million Department of Transport computer system that only speaks German. And you'd really let these people administer an identity card database?