The Idiot Gardener

WARNING: This site contains information on gardening, brewing, curing meat,

building shit and hunting, all done in a piss-poor manner. It is not suitable for the

feeble-minded, the weak and lame, those of a nervous disposition, vegans and

vegetarians (and those other ones that only eat fish and the occasional bacon

sandwich - I think they're called 'hypocrites'), those who practice any

manner of folk singing or dancing, people named Colin or fans of Barry Gibb.

The Idiot Path

Some gardeners are born idiots, some achieve idiocy and some have idiocy thrust upon them! There are many paths you can follow on your journey through the gardening world, and most of them lead to little more than a whole heap of misery and disappointment! If you’re going to fail, you might as well be happy when it happens. This is something of a half-hearted summary of what would be the opening chapter of the Idiot Gardening Manifesto, if I could be bothered to write one.

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