Friday, 22 May 2009

An antidote to political sleaze

Just a little corner of London with the Spring's seeding and propagating, potting-up and potting-on ready for planting-out before very long. But out here with the Sun on my head, a mug of tea and a ciggie, the feel of soil on my fingers and the delicious smell of green things bursting with growth all around me, the slime of the corrupt political class just sloughs off. Only four miles from Westminster, but it feels like a thousand.

2 comments:

TheBigYin said...

It's about the only place you can enjoy a ciggie these days, your own home...for now that is. Have a good bank holiday weekend.

Blue Eyes said...

Looks lovely. When are you inviting your revolutionary friends round for ice cold beers?