I missed the opening Gardener’s World last night. Actually, that’s not strictly true. I did turn over briefly to see Alys Fowler and Toby Buckland scintillatingly lifting a window frame up to a shed wall before D said ‘Can’t we watch some real telly? Like The Wire? [though as anyone knows, this isn't strictly real telly because we can only understand one in 20 of the words– or one in four if we put the subtitles on]‘ But I shall revisit Gardener’s World at my leisure thanks to the wonderful people of Sky series link.
If for nothing else, I must keep up with what Alys is wearing – I think she’s pioneered a new genre of gardener’s clothing – not so much charity shop chic as clothes worn by the old lady who works in the charity shop chic. The blouses. The cardigans. It kind of works. And it’s high time there was a new look for lady gardeners. The Vita thing has gone on way long enough. I’ve been pioneering the baby porridge on pyjama Croc combo look for some time, though strangely it hasn’t yet caught on outside my house.
Actually, I’m rather delighted that Alys Fowler is finally being allowed to speak on Gardener’s World. There was a long period during the Monty era when she would just lurk around in the background, wearing a strange blouse and planting a tree.
Out killing slugs this morning I realised that I can’t see one of the little charmers without being mentally transported to a cinema in the mid 1980s stealthily making my way through a jumbo bag of Rowntrees Fruit Gums without spoiling Short Circuit for everyone else. Come on, don’t tell me you don’t see it too…
garden slugs
fruit gum
