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.

Idiot 1: Dirty Cats 0

Here’s a thing. There are several old people in the village whose partners have either died, or left them, or admitted that they’re more Martha..

Idiot where? Idiot Wear!

So, here’s the thing. I have been scant in recent posts, because the world is an unsettled place and I’ve been busy. Those few sad souls that read..

The Year of Living Stupidly

This time last year, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Postman Pratt with a parcel. It contained many books, including a copy of Tender by..

Punk Rock Gardening? It’s nothing new!

I like to pride myself on finding a use for most things. The garden is littered with structures for growing food that have been fashioned out of junk,..

Punk rock gardening; nothing to do with politics!

First off, as someone relatively new to the whole idea of growing food, I am somewhat reluctant to take a stance that flies in the face of convention. I am,..


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