From the Buckhurst Hill Parish Council Magazine:Beat that, Trixy!
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From the Buckhurst Hill Parish Council Magazine:Beat that, Trixy!
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Labels: Humour, Local government, Rubber plant, Waste
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Under this global warming business, Buckhurst Hill is going to be a rubber plantation to rival the mystic east.
It will start with subsistence rubber farming. Every conservatory in Chigwell will be issued with five grafted plants - turns out to be quite easy - and an instrucion manual.
Five years from now there will be latex co-operatives whinging that they want a guaranteed market for their English rubber (show your patriotism in one of our Cross of St George items - how niche can a fetish get?) and beneath the rubber trees will be lemons grown from pips and coffee grown from, er, have to get some live cherries because roast beans are not going to work.
Incidentally, my local garden centre has chicken hutches/runs at a whopping £200. Sounds a lot if you ask me, but it shows that a) people are thinking about chickens and eggs and b) they still aren't hungry enough to eat Fluffy the bunny.
Chigwell will kick B Hill's butt on this, actually - C is on a south facing slope and B Hill is on a north facing slope.
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