I'll have to buy a tuxedo then. My funeral/ interview/ wedding/ christening suit won't do. (Perhaps I should call it my rites of passage suit)
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I'll have to buy a tuxedo then. My funeral/ interview/ wedding/ christening suit won't do. (Perhaps I should call it my rites of passage suit)
You'll be fine without the tux. Just turn up in your gardening gear and tell any who asks that you're one of the drivers in the tractor pull.
We have all the bases covered.
Oh man, Gill, I think my head just exploded.
this should take care of what's left of you...Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5ys7W5IMTw
Oh man, that did not help!
http://youtu.be/GSbigjiKLoU
Mars Attacks!
haha!
Sancho, I'm hit'n the sack, it's time for me to wind down.
good night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inpifmOLQfQ&feature=kp,
Excellent chaps.
I'm half way through the Easter hols and today the wife and I overdid our stint at the allotment. I got a few beds cleared and planted my second early potatoes. The dog - my wife's lovely boy - came with us and is now grouchy and overtired. (The dog and I had a couple of spats tonight but luckily he's given up my football watching seat just in time for tonight's games).
Hope the second half of the hols was enjoyable, restful or productive. Perhaps you might post some evidence of your sod busting efforts.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
If I recall, that's that ornery Jack Russell(?) we've heard tales of, right?
"Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy."--Benjamin Franklin
Which is apparently misquoted as:
"Beer is proof that god loves us and wants us to be happy."
This was alluded to in the first post, so I thought I'd throw it out there. It might have been quoted in the past 456 pages... but hey, I'm a bloke. 'spect me to look through all that, now? :p
We've been beholding the rain a little too often this winter.
As it's lambing time at the moment I have a creditable excuse for not doing the garden. But it's always there and the weeds are growing day by day. This morning Mrs P is going to put Polly (the pony) in as an interim measure (and as a strong hint to me to get on with it ) I wish those TV gardeners would declare couch grass and docks the new must have.
Absolutely!Quote:
Originally Posted by Whosis
But you're still welcome to talk to Parker about bringing your favourite tipple over.
Gardening isn't compulsory, but fireworks are.
I hope you don't mind me asking, but what/who is Parker?
I will post some photos, (I'll just need to work out the best way), of the new allotment. The last chap left it in a very organised state which is great.Quote:
Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle
Yes - the very same Jack Russell. Everyone who meets him thinks he"s very nice - and so he is. They don't see the "dark side" though.
This week has been productive. Today I was in the old aunties house clearing out the loft ready for the skip tomorrow. Sad really - the old uncle had a workshop up there and was working on some wood project which he never completed. (I'm not sure what it is but it looked like a series of small storage boxes. Perhaps he wanted to resort his numerous screws).
Parker runs the Cold Ale Bar, Whosis, and will provide you with the tipple of your choice. His former employers include Lady Penelope, and so he brings a plethora of experience and contacts.
We got our plants in one week too early this year. We had a late season frost a few days after my Señora planted all of our stuff. I covered every thing, but most of the tomatoes got burned, and I do like a fresh tomato sandwich. They might pull through. Anyway the division of labor at our place goes like this: Sancho does the tilling, the weeding, and the composting; the Señora does the planting and the picking; the Springer Spaniels do critter patrol. It works out pretty good.
Alright, Gill, fight's on. Let's have a good, old fashioned stereo war, like back in the college dorms, or the army barracks, depending on your background, or really anyplace where you had a bunch of young guys with too much testosterone, too much amplification, and strongly held opinions about what good music is.
How about a little psychobilly:
http://youtu.be/H96XcNWKZVg
The Reverend Horton Heat (I think he's from TEXAS!)
A fine use of metaphor in that piece