I was going to write another piece on the lunacy of global expansion and the irrelevance of another G8 meeting. But to be honest what is the bloody point?! They certainly aren’t listening to what we think so I’m up our allotment if you want me…

Last night we picked these babies on our patch, strawberries that taste like god made them … and perhaps he did. We didn’t plant them; they were there when we got our allotment. We cleared some choking weeds and fed them well-rotted horseshit and they taste like … strawberry! An explosion of complex flavours that make you savour every last after taste.

So in the words of Titus Oats, “I’m going out, I may be a while.”

(Written before the server crash… more soon)

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And so as George Best arrives in heaven he will surely find his Princess Dianna, and so create the celestial dream coupling.

Not since her untimely demise have the media turned from rabid salivating dogs to devoted Labradors with such haste. Shortly before her death Dianna was described as ‘unhinged’ by the press. They squabbled over the scraps of inappropriate photo’s and phone taps. In her death they found an angel, an English Rose.

Even before poor George had rattled his last high-octane breath he had become Saint George.

Will Sir Elton join with Sir Bob in the creation of a new requiem? Can the Andrew Lloyd Webber blockbuster be far off? Your hymm or show title suggestions please?

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