Anyway, one NEW THING I did recently was visit a flower show, with
I recently found going to a flower show being used (I think by a Guardian columnist) as the ultimate expression of being no longer radical, I think in relation to some ancient rock star rumoured to be going to Chelsea. I disagree. I think that the time of the punk garden(er) is upon us. For anyone doubting the innate radicality of bloomage, see below.




P.S. For anyone wondering if I do now know the answer to the life, the universe and everything, my mum very thoughtfully sent me a card with it in. It's ice cream, apparently.