Whizzy busy this week but things are beginning to fall quietly into place without bloodshed or disaster, although I did drop a large slab of dead tree on my hand yesterday. It still throbs slightly but I am being fearfully brave. I spent yesterday in the sunshine cutting hazel branches as plant supports while listening to an excellent podcast about the History of Rome: a combination of activities that I heartily recommend to you all.
Went to London today for an important Three Men Went To Mow summit meeting. We had suddenly realised that we have live appearances looming at both Grand Designs Live (May 3rd) and at the marvellous Malvern Spring Show (May 6th-8th – which, as Michelle’s relentless counter keeps telling me is now only forty-five days away). We also need to make a special film for the RHS Chelsea Flower Show website. So, after, convening at Joe’s gaff we now have some pretty nifty content sketched out for your entertainment and education.
Other happenings:
I have a nasty case of writer’s block. I am trying very hard to rattle out a piece for a publication that will remain nameless (I don’t want them to go off me) and it is as if I am plucking every phrase from a thick bed of treacle. So I decided to come here and drivel for a bit: it is odd how easy it is to write this blog where nobody is trying to give me any guidance or anything. I can just rattle along and the words flow like olive oil, usually I could go on for ages (sometimes I do) as one thought just merges into another: writing to time and to subject is sometimes sticky.(i)
Three Men Went To Mow have a shiny website. (ii) I was built by my esteemed colleague Mr Cleve West and is a depository for all the 3 Men films, news about live appearances etc. There is a particularly good picture of Joe and I with Rolf Harris of which we are singularly proud. This year we will be endeavouring to have our photograph taken with as many random stars of light entertainment as possible: in particular Gloria Hunniford and Bruce Forsyth. We will also sneak in occasional extra films that will only be available there rather than on YouTube. The first one is up now and I thought I could probably get away with showing it here as well.
On my recent visit to Wisley (documented here and commented on, I notice, by various people who were not on the guest list: one managed, by force of will and possibly witchcraft, to make one of our number stub his toe) I could not help but be impressed by the prominently displayed book selection which, you will notice, includes my entire literary oeuvre – or, as it is singular, it should probably be oeuf. I could not help but notice that the Award Winning author and photographer’s book was conspicuously absent. I did run down a single copy in the end holding down a faulty cistern cover in the staff lavatories.
Matthew Appleby seems to be on a roll in his latest HW Blog I am running UKIP and in the previous one I was cuddling up to Peter Sutcliffe, The Krays and Robert Mugabe. Still, I suppose it makes him happy and if it were any funnier I might laugh. And he does have a remarkably fine looking baby
By the way, does anybody want a part time job? I have need of an assistant to prevent myself from getting snowed under. Jobs include drawing, Vectorworks wrangling, plant hunting, organising etc. It would be good if you lived quite close. In return I will give you some money and the health benefits of my beaming smile. I am as yet unsure how many days or how often.
I am listening to Kids by Ed Harcourt.
This time last year I was lecturing in Edinburgh and communing with Penguins.
The picture is of one of the large bolts that support Hammersmith Bridge.
(i) You will be pleased to know that I have now cracked it and it has been dispatched.
(ii) According to The Garden Monkey it looks like a cut price Gay dating site. Which seems a tiny bit unfair: I would have thought we were at least Grade 2. She Skipped Happily Through The Ironmongery Department Monday, 22 March 2010
