Originally Posted by
Paulclem
It's because of Barney that I had to wipe over the TV a few times in the 90's when the kids were young. It used to get attacks of spontaneous vomiting when it came on with that awful song.:puke:
Anyway I'm behind with the new half of the allotment. I've dug a 12 x 3 foot bed for the Kale, but it took me an hour to dig and double rake it to get most of the grass and stuff out of it. Still it was pleasant work.
Fred, the old guy next to me was there, and he gave me a few leeks which was good of him. He still wants to use "Ivy cottage" to store his tools, which is fine.
"Red-Neck Graeme", who has an allotment nearby, but fortunately seperated by a couple of hedges, was talking to me at the weekend. He goes down every day and tipples in his shed. By the end of the morning you can tell he's been supping because every other word is an eff. He couldn't get his effing rotivator going apparently.
We call him "Red Neck Graeme" because of cetain vague racist comments he made to my wife and I in general conversation. He's one of those people who assumes that you think as they do about race, which is annoying, but pointless to follow up because he's been tippling. Having said that, he lends Fred - my allotment neighbour who is an old Afro-Carribean Guy- his hedge trimmer.
I had to laugh a couple of years ago at him. Our neighbours on the old allotment are churchy people - nice but a bit fussy. "Red Neck Graeme" had befriended them, and they though he was wonderful. He is generous, and he had given them some seedlings. He then came onto their allotment later in the morning fairly well tanked up - shouting in a good humured but embarrasing way with all the effing and blinding that goes with it. My wife and I kept our heads down as we sniggered through the scene. :lol: