notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

I Beldaz...

do solemnly swear, to write more posts in 2010. I will not start half arsed features asking people to contribute their favourite songs of the decade and quit them at the first hurdle. I will not leave a month between posts.

In short, I will be a better blogger. I will be a better commenter. I will be a better person.

It's a creepy place on board the good ship Muck at the moment, there's discarded 2009 play lists cluttering up the galley, jilted youtube clips run amok on the poop deck, and the sails hang low, waiting for the wind of inspiration to fill them again and launch us out once more upon the open sea. Although I see no sign of my other crew members, I feel their presence, the sprightly echo of a two step reverberating round the vessel tells me Parm is close at hand, and a filthy sea shanty that would make Black Beard blush calls from the sea could only come from one mouth; Robo.

Here's to 2010, look forward to having you aboard...

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