Sunday 18th July 2010
Why is it, after years and years of cutting off bits of string from a ball to tie up plants in the garden (Poor Little Rich Gays are often gardeners. Plants are something to look after and they don’t answer back – up to a point), I’m still making a wild stab at guessing the length required? Why not more methodical? Why no ruler?
Crap mentality – that’s why.
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yOU do nOT have a c*** mentality. That is[my] crap typing, but YOU do not have a c*** mentality. No routine excoriation of yrself please Adrian. A piece of string is as long as it will be [All Souls topic?]. Nooone who brings joy as you do in so many forms fr blog to jokes to DIY to literary response to devilish sharp dressing to horticult. to hairsheen advisory[use of noun taken fr Eminem CDS :”parental advisory” EH ? why not advice? And indeed why not ADVICE TO PARENTS, not that” parental”, wh is surely, an implication of er a patriarchy ooo dont GET ME STARTED] shld say that like of stuff abt himself. GEDDIT? [surely the most aggessive one word question ever coined, let’s not say minted , as in “minted medallions of GEDDIT with a cumberland jus. Wh reminds me, I hear there ‘s a pub not far Fr Gt Dixter where one may eat four kinds of Sunday Roast , all together. CHORLAMBEEF with gravy apple sauce horserad YORKY and er mint jelly/sauce[ whtais the calss etiquette appertaining thereto?]. Jelly vulg me thks? Bought sauce vulg. Where do “tracklemts” place themselves. Faux-gentilhomme. THEN_ what of Belvoir cordials…
Very sorry about your string crisis. But for the most part, surely, PLRGs are never any good at such practical matters. Can you, for example, bang in a nail? And you will no doubt recall my own attempts at painting walls and woodwork in the Former Residence. Tying up is a boring task to be got through while thinking of other things – napery, placement, frocks and so on – so it is no wonder you don’t cut to length.
In any case, surely the true PLRG should not be too worried about wasting a length of string – unless you are using some Very Special and Expensive brand unknown to the general gardening public.
My string is Great Dixter’s own. If ever any one were penny wise pound foolish, it’s me! I fear final subsidence into lunacy over string
I am much bucked up, dear Blanche! Can’t wait to sample the Sunday roast medley near Dixter. I’m afraid mint jelly is completely impossible. Lurid green poison. And sauce so easy to make! Belvoir cordials may be divine. Val and I once went round the actual Belvoir Castle, home of Rutland’s Dukes. Or formerly. Extraorder drawing room, dead ringer for a hotel, matching sets horribly over-done, but awful dereliction, carpet rucked half way up the wall, silk uphols rotted, curtains in shreds. Then I read in the paper the other day that Rutland’s Duke is booming in some business or other. Maybe Belvoir cordials (do people know it’s pronounced ‘Beaver’? ). So perhaps drawing room now revived. And teeming with hotel-type guests.