Saturday, 23 May 2009
Chelsea concrete show...
They just don't get it do they!
Chelsea's all about growing things in gardens. This year's sponsors, Marshalls, have been making good concrete products for years. When I flogged concrete in the seventies, they were my biggest competitor, and while I recognised and noted their business, I beat them time and time again - especially when the M25 was being built, because I won most of that!
I also spent several years appearing on their main competitor's stand at Chelsea. Our stand had some paving, but it was almost covered with shrubs, colour, fountains and of course, 'men' like me and all the lovely ladies who turned up every day. We all had a marvellous time, and as I was able to smoke in those days it was paradise...
We won a Silver Gilt, or a Bronze Sod-all most years, and all sorts of silly prizes to denote some sort of skill, like 'Best Old Fart's Seat'. or 'Most Colouful Outside Commode', but the best day was the Friday, when we all got pissed/went mad and bought up all the stock on offer to the highest bidder.
Mrs S and I eventually stocked a whole garden with shrubs and cuttings from Chelsea, and we've still got (we think), some growing in the current Scroblene Towers today, or at least a few of their children.
Now, on the TV coverage, we see uniform, angular, slabulate, airport runway-emulate, council estate - admirate, apologies for a winner.
I cannot see why such a 'garden' is making any occupant sit and wonder at nature. All there is to see in these 'gardens', is a few sharp lines and a couple of greenish things lurking in the distance.
Our garden has a bend everywhere, no straight lines, vegetables planted in with the roses, cucumbers fighting the raspberries as an experiment, a runner bean (William), up the clematis by the front door, logs from a downed cherry tree in the churchyard behind in strategic spots (glass holders for emergency sips), in the bark bed, and I'm thinking of putting a few tomatoes in a hanging basket - just for kicks...
So, up yours Chelsea, you've given me a few years of fun, but the prats who exhibit, (not the professional growers - they have business acumen legs), can go jump in the ornamental-green enthused-antieverything-softoption-luvvieLondonpatio lake...sorry 'external liquid featurette.