He’s a bit like Michael Caine: often bloody great but just about every other film is crap. Er. Maybe I’m on my own with that.

Anyway. Just watched Inglourious Basterds (finally). DO NOT READ ON IF YOU WANT TO SEE THIS FILLUM AND HAVE NOT YET DONE SO!

Yes it plays up the the American Psyche too much. Ah well. Still entertaining to see Hitler getting shot in the face with a machine gun but why on earth did the Jewess heroine have to die in the projector room? Not plot-worthy, I thought. Sure it was a shocker but are happy endings no longer allowed? Well, it ended with an SS Colonel (the real, aha, über-baddie throughout the fillum) having a Swastika tattooe’d on his forehead by Brad Pitt, who, let’s face it, can only play Brad Pitt. Nice touch, and it was a happy ending in a way, the double-crossing ba-harstad got his just deserts but, well I expected better from the maker of Kill Bill 2.

Visual Bubble-gum. Entertaining enough for a Friday when one just needs to escape.

3 brown stars out of 5.

‹Diane Kruger? Scha-Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!›

That was T and I this evening, looking around the Allotment site to choose which plot to go for: damned if we could find the number pegs! Got there in the end and chose a nice new plot near to a young fambly who have also started up a new plot - spent more time nattering with them than looking round the site!

When I got home I phoned Terry-who-runs-the-allotments and told him which plot I’d like, sorted all that out and he told me that seeing as I’m now honour-bound to pay my fee next wednesday at the AGM (when he’ll give me my set of keys) I can make a start on the plot tomorrow, which I will! I’ll also take my camera so as to show you what a truly blank canvas I have to start with.

I’ve decided to transplant my Rhubarb crowns in the autumn (I think: I’d better check what time of year is best for that) and just grow Runner beans and Peas this season: there’s time yet to get them started, but only just.

Right, off to the dump* tomorrow to see what bits I can get! Huzzah!

‹Wants to go to bed early so as to wake up early and get started!›

*Or as any good Allotmenteer calls it, The Warehouse.

Well, out of the Brown, really.

I received a very fab telephone call this evening, one I wasn’t expecting but has made me feel very good indeed. No, I haven’t won the lottery - nothing so rubbish as that. No, my name has come to the top of the list for the local allotments and tomorrow after work I’m to inspect all 8 plots (6 brand new and freshly rotavated, 2 over-run for a year but probably better fertilised) and I get to choose one! HOORAH!

I’ve been briefed on the rules: no bonfires, no hosepipes, the rest is up to me within reason. £10 a year, £2 for the gate key, £4 for the tap key.
Oh, and there’s a plot-holders meeting at St Mary’s Church Hall next wednesday so it might be an idea to pop along and say hello.
Hmm. Helluva time to start a new plot. What on earth (aha! or in!) am I going to grow?

Oh, and Tammy’s extra-pleased cos it means we can lay lawn to most of the back garden garden this Autumn instead of having to look at that bombsite next year

‹wonders what can be safely transplanted from the garden to the plot - considers moving the Rhubarb to make a big field of the stuff›