Jack Nicholson, pictured above, is one of my favourite actors. And one of his best films has to be ‘One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest’. A topping performance by the man. However Jack is not the only one deserving of an academy award. Ordinary people like you and me are in with a shout as well. Especially those with cuckoo inclinations.

Let me explain, folks. It’s May, it’s Sunday night and I’ve just finished watching that institution, ‘Coronation Street’. I’m elated. Jack Duckworth is down ‘at’ Legion, Deirdre is whinging over ‘Tracey love’ and there’s a new barmaid, again. The excitement is so intense I can hardly contain myself. With great effort, I pull myself together. This is no time for frivolity.

Tomorrow, Monday is Wheelie Bin day. Green Wheelie Bin day. I bring out some newspapers and cardboard tetra packaging. I deposit them in the bin. It’s just ten past eight as I steer my Wheelie Bin onto the street. I even do as the explanatory leaflet says.

I put the Wheelie Bin handles ‘facing out’. God help us if we didn’t leave the handles ‘facing out’. Sure the poor bin man wouldn’t know whether he was coming or going.

I lock the hall door and after some hours repair to my bedroom for some shut eye. Next morning is Monday and I don’t do Mondays. I wash, dress and eat on automatic pilot. I leave the house and go onto the street. Hello! My Green Wheelie Bin is not as it should be. The lid is partially open. I look inside. What I said at this juncture is not printable. What I saw was twenty four Budweiser Bottles. Empty Budweiser bottles.

The Cuckoo had landed. The nocturnal Cuckoo had landed. I had to remove the bottles, Oxigen don’t do bottles So my friends be warned. If your neighbours drink the ‘King of Beers’ they may have Cuckoo inclinations. And one might just fly over ‘your’ Wheelie Bin.