This succinctly sums up my own gardening skills

Time to get the sprinkler out

A garden is wherever you make it

XTC’s gardening moment. Interesting animation that would make a good screensaver, I think.

Let’s just get this over and done with quickly, and then we can move on

REM displayed a keen interest in horticulture from the get-go

It’s an album I love, though for me it runs Jordan: The Comeback a close second. But reading that article and watching the video emphasizes how much of a studio band Prefab Sprout were, and just how much influence […]

Yes, although Keith Waterhouse’s estate will be on the phone over copyright infringement on the ‘helping police with their inquiries’ line.

I have seen numerous “…reacts to…” videos on YouTube and they quickly become very samey. Jamal seems like a nice guy, but, in common with several others doing similar stuff, he does not have a bad word for […]

You can always rely on Ray Harryhausen to save the day.

The stereotypes never really went away, did they? But I find all this deeply confusing. I support the right of anyone, in this case trans people, to define themselves however they see fit, and I also support […]

I really hope I am not judgemental about Americans as a group, but the elderly woman who is simpering on about “God’s wonderful breathing system” pretty much confirmed what I already suspected. These people are […]

Like all comedians who have moments when you think they are the funniest thing you have ever heard (with Eddie Izzard, the ‘cake or death’ thing had me on the floor), it is simply impossible to maintain that level […]

Billy Connolly kind of passed me by in the 70s. To me, he was just that hairy Scottish bloke that occasionally turned up on Parkinson. I never sought out his albums, and his connection to folk music put me off and […]

Are we allowed to post songs we don’t actually like very much? I have always found this lyrically cringey (though it is a slight improvement on his other hit, the execrable ‘Honey’) but it has an undeniable hot […]

Hot Hot Hot is a fun song, but having heard it on repeat at full blast for five hours solid without rest during the 1984 Notting Hill Carnival, I never want to hear it ever again, thanks.

There is, I think, something about elderly Germans that is humourous and yet unerringly creepy and unnerving. This chap fits that mold perfectly.

My parents had me quite late, thirteen years after my brother, and dad was already 43 when I was born in 1961. I recall he was quite an Italophile – he had spent time in Italy during the war, and during the […]