tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post5783955410608489488..comments2024-01-14T08:50:45.677+00:00Comments on The Richard Madeley Appreciation Society: The English SummerUncle Dick Madeleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01124053234469634414noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-31106200087216332682008-07-04T11:25:00.000+01:002008-07-04T11:25:00.000+01:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-5590734723522213632007-08-02T14:07:00.000+01:002007-08-02T14:07:00.000+01:00Dear Clever Dick - Well I am so sorry - poor you a...Dear Clever Dick - Well I am so sorry - poor you and Judy. You must be living in the neighbourhood from hell. I assure you there is NOTHING like those people or gardens down here in select Devon.<BR/>In rural England we talk quietly to our plants - wise words of wisdom encourage them to flourish -we don't use chemicals. that's why we have so much wildlife and rich birdsong. We only use hand trowels or hand forks - no Black and Decker utensils. <BR/>My dear Man when you have saved enough money I suggest you move to a more middle class, genteel area.Penny Pincherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00993473608935875834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-16158855167194173642007-08-01T11:37:00.000+01:002007-08-01T11:37:00.000+01:00Dick, you go from strength to strength. How about...Dick, you go from strength to strength. How about a rant about holidays?Mopsahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17912659592484055741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-50509773105439150442007-08-01T10:24:00.000+01:002007-08-01T10:24:00.000+01:00richard darling, doing gardening is tantamount to ...richard darling, doing gardening is tantamount to writing 'I can't afford to pay someone to do this' on one's forehead and then standing to attention outside one's front door with a pitchfork, à la american gothic. You might as well sack the au pair and look after your own children!rilly superhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05448694078653341955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-49352948356798157362007-08-01T09:17:00.000+01:002007-08-01T09:17:00.000+01:00A ranter after my own heart.....and of course the ...A ranter after my own heart.....and of course the one thing to remember about a rant is that it contains a modicum of truth/fact but quickly descends into ,well, a rant.<BR/><BR/>In our house rants usually get referred to as kitchen sinks. That's to say everything bar the kitchen sink gets dragged into them. Rants are also a part of the ‘somebody syndrome’ - somebody needs to do something about that.<BR/><BR/>Saw you last at William George's b'day bash - what a band!Richard Havershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15309594787689405779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-12340126751626808772007-07-31T21:43:00.000+01:002007-07-31T21:43:00.000+01:00Richard...I had no idea you were so amusing!! I wi...Richard...I had no idea you were so amusing!! I will be tuning in to the bush pruning segment with Alan Titchmarsh. I have linked you to my blog and it would be an honor if you would return the favor.<BR/><BR/>I know in the past you have been forgetful...who could forget that time you 'forgot' to pay for that case of whiskey in the supermarket. But please remember to send me some linky love this time.MommyHeadachehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924035710478459520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-82463083746634918672007-07-31T21:06:00.000+01:002007-07-31T21:06:00.000+01:00Richard, you may be right but we who dwell in flat...Richard, you may be right but we who dwell in flats in the middle of the fSU dream of gardens.James Highamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14525082702330365464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-73717477522015438842007-07-31T19:35:00.000+01:002007-07-31T19:35:00.000+01:00Richard,I'm intrigued to know your views on people...Richard,<BR/><BR/>I'm intrigued to know your views on people (including mothers with prams) who get in your way when you're trying to walk down the street.martpolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08508497057736355841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-54153056006567743412007-07-31T18:13:00.000+01:002007-07-31T18:13:00.000+01:00Swearing Mother, of course I'm right. I'm Mr. Righ...Swearing Mother, of course I'm right. I'm Mr. Right. British gardens aren't what they used to be. I just wish I was allowed to say this stuff on Channel 4.<BR/><BR/>EmmaK, funny you should mention that. We're doing a show next week when we'll be giving pubic hair care tips for whores. Alan Titchmarsh will be in the studio showing us how to water it after a long hot summer.Uncle Dick Madeleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01124053234469634414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-22603573297213935242007-07-31T17:47:00.000+01:002007-07-31T17:47:00.000+01:00I live in Baltimore, USA now (used to live in Lond...I live in Baltimore, USA now (used to live in London), and yes, I do miss the English garden, all wet and green and lush. Right now, my lawn here is the color of yellow straw and the texture of a whore's pubic hair. Not enough rain, you know, in these parts.MommyHeadachehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03924035710478459520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-17581212906033812292007-07-31T17:34:00.000+01:002007-07-31T17:34:00.000+01:00Sorry, that should be knife.Sorry, that should be knife.Swearing Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07277450057243928790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-67412849871422658722007-07-31T17:31:00.000+01:002007-07-31T17:31:00.000+01:00YOU ARE SO RIGHT RICHARD. I'd concrete the lot ov...YOU ARE SO RIGHT RICHARD. <BR/><BR/>I'd concrete the lot over if I were you. Bloody gardens. Pah! Who needs then.<BR/><BR/>Next rant please: Patio heaters, furry dice, snotty kids with no hanky, Crocs, men's toenails, Gordon Brown not being able to breathe through his nose, Cherie Blair's gob, people parking over your drive, pensioners who can't wait their turn, people who push their sodding supermarket trolley into your backside in their attempt to make you hurry along, other drivers, stupid bloody pigeons and anyone who drinks when they've already got a mouthful of food. Or holds their fork like a pen.<BR/><BR/>Aaah. That's better.Swearing Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07277450057243928790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-85468885214749015242007-07-31T14:16:00.000+01:002007-07-31T14:16:00.000+01:00I should rant about that next, then? But I have so...I should rant about that next, then? But I have so many things I hate more than the seaside, which I avoid when I can help it.Uncle Dick Madeleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01124053234469634414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5888062989539166264.post-27538216673631226602007-07-31T13:32:00.000+01:002007-07-31T13:32:00.000+01:00Yes, the British Seaside. As someone who lives by ...Yes, the British Seaside. As someone who lives by the sea, I can say this with some measure of authority.Flowerpothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14102679179201725732noreply@blogger.com