Well, I finally relented and decided it was time to give up the idea of being nice to the slugs that annually chomp away on the mint, basil, garlic and spuds that I endeavour to grow in the scrap of soil I get to call a garden. As previously mentioned, eggshells don’t work, someone else advised me to scatter porridge oats over the soil instead but come on, I’m Scottish… I eat porridge for breakfast, why would I feed slugs what I feed myself?!

So, the end result is that while I was buying organic weedkiller I gave in and bought slug pellets which assure me that after consumption the slug will crawl underground and die, decompose and prove to be a rather small bit of fertilizer… We’ll see. I don’t really like the idea of killing them slowly so I hope it works fairly quickly.

I’ve decided not to grow potatoes this year, instead I’ve decided on red onions. I figure I eat way more onions than I do potatoes so it would make more sense to grow something I’m going to eat a lot of…

Damn… This blog is fast becoming a gardeners roadshow-esque affair…. Should I mention the dilemma I’m having as to moving the fuchsia plant from one end of the garden to the other? I fear that if I dig it up it may die but I know that once its in bloom I’ll wish I moved it to a spot which allowed me to enjoy the full splendour of the colours?! Oh well, perhaps next year….

In other news, only a month and a few days till I see Donna. She’s coming down to see The Editors at Brixton Academy, which should be a good gig. Amy arrives from Australia tomorrow so I’m also looking forward to seeing her again, around 6years since we last saw each other so thank goodness for MSN!! Jolene, also from Australia arrives in England in June but I’m not sure my finance will now allow me to join her in Berlin for the Love Parade in July… We’ll see…

My neighbour, or rather one of them, just knocked on the door to ask if I’d turn the music down, I keep forgetting that since Winton and Bridget moved out that I have to temper the volume, I’ve been spoilt in playing it fairly loud without any complaints. Ironically, I was playing Louise Attaque, one of my favourite albums from 1997. In case you, dear reader, are unfamiliar with them, they are a French band, originally from Marseilles. What is the point of me telling you that? Well, the neighbour who knocked on my door was French and not only did she ask if I wouldn’t mind turning it down a little, she wondered if I would lend her the CD!! It’s just a pity she is gorgeous, I’m not sure I can cope with an attractive neighbour… What will I do if she turns out to be single?!

As an aside, I just allowed Blogger’s spell checker to run it’s eye over this entry as I’m feeling lazy and it doesn’t recognise the word ‘blog’ you’d think it would be in it’s memory?! Mind you it doesn’t recognise half my words as I seemingly don’t write American-English… That’s quite possibly because American-English is not a language, English is and most probably the native language of the American Indians is but American English is, to all extents, a dialect.

I first ate brain when I was in Morocco, it was mighty tasty. I then tucked into another tasty dish of brains when I was in Australia… I’m not at all sure I ate enough to make me smarter tho.

I say that as I sit, rather numb, from a two day networking course. For the past year I’ve desired to get my employer to pay for me to go on training to try and achieve an MCSA, I’m now wondering what exactly was going on in my head, too many brains perhaps?! I’ve really noticed just how much I don’t know, all the little things that IT guys do on a regular basis that I’ve been ‘fortunate’ enough not to have to worry about are filling up my head and making me think WTF?! Although I’ve now covered subnetting twice now, it’s still not making that much sense to me, perhaps I should have gone on a crochet course instead?!

In other news I can report the sun has been shining, my garden looks green, apart from the patch of soil I dug up last year which I keep weeding, I have to do something about the weeds on the path tho, bits of it look like a jungle… I think I shall try and grow more potatoes, I did grow some last year but it was a very hit or miss affair but I think this year I can increase the crop. I am happy that the mint is flourishing and the garlic is also starting to come up, sadly it was too cold for the basil so I’ll plant some more in a month or two when its warmer… Just have to figure out a way to get rid of the slugs without poisoning everything, someone told me to put down eggshells but the buggers seem to manage to slide right over them!!

dear oh dear, it’s been a while since my fingers danced over the keyboard and entered something here. I have had the odd message to hurry up and write something but… one has to question just what is achieved by serving up daily doses of mundane life for the unknown viewing public at large.

Perhaps if I had a wildly exciting life it would make more sense, of course if I did have a wildly exciting life, I wonder where I would find the time to blog about it?! Perhaps I would just hire a ghost blogger and let their fingers dance over the keyboard, assuming of course ghosts are able to type and not just rattle chains. Thinking about it, why is it that as a child ghosts were nearly always portrayed as either headless (usually stuck under their arm) or clasped in chains or very often both?? Was that how you knew you’d be a ghost do you think? Your last moments alive and looking down (assuming your head hadn’t been lopped off) at the chains that bound you, you’d say to yourself, “ha-ha looks like I’m coming back as a ghost, no luck suckers!”

Anyway, that was a slight deviation from the blog, or was it? I wasn’t really sure what I was going to write about so it’s as well I just go with the flow and let whatever randomness pour out of these carefully manicured fingertips (OK, that’s a slight exaggeration but I clipped and filed them earlier this evening after dinner)

So, back to blogs and blogging…Who reads them? and more to the point, WHY?!! I look on some blogs on myspace.com and have to wonder if people actually live their lives at times or if they feel that world (myspace readers) really care that they went to the store at 3am for some cookies and 7 Up because they couldn’t sleep, much in the same way as I ask myself does anyone care I have little to say in my blog??

For what it’s worth, I will attempt to blog more but I cannot promise that if I do it will manage to maintain the lucidness of this entry.

rattle rattle

Oh what was that? Sounded like chains to me….