FROM MRS BUN’S ALLOTMENT DIARY AND THE CULINARY CAPERS OF FELIX & PI The middle classes wear their plot numbers with virtue, parading their bio- dynamically grown artichokes as they jump into their duel fuel 4-wheel drives and head home via Waitrose to pick up the condiments. Most have gardens big enough to grow substantial amounts of sustenance if they were truly desperate, with green houses and potting sheds to boot. Instead they dutifully allow their fertile gardens to ‘re

The Lion sleeps tonight. My first dog was a basset hound called Blodwyn who was my best buddy growing up . She came into my life at around 4 years old. Then as a teenager we welcomed Derrick into our lives, an Airdale Terrier. Mum was left with Derrick as my brother and I finished our education and fled the nest. I missed him dearly but he became mums best buddy and would accompany her to work, patiently waiting in the car for her as she visited her clients. We also had lots

Integrity is always the first word that comes to mind when I think of Andrew, although he preferred to see himself as a, "self sabotaging non careerist". He did what he liked and he liked what he did. He was tolerant but would not suffer fools. He was honest, which was sometimes harsh. Harsh but fair. His work ethics were rigid but he was free. We were free. Free to create. Answerable to nobody. He intensely cared but did not give a fuck. Wiser than words but daft as a brush.