Growing up in smoke
Working in cosmopolitania, you make some interesting friends... none more interesting than Armenians. Shahe was a seedy character... he specialised in seed capital... he gave me some.
"Put them on moist tissue on the kitchen windowsill" he urged. "They'll grow man!"
I did, they did.
Mrs H was delighted when all my mates visited and trooped down the garden to examine my crops. She had no idea what was growing there.
McB and I harvested it and I dried it in my cellar. After rollups failed to impress, we reverted to real ale.
Shortly afterwards, Shahe's business went to pot.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
It was rubbish and my only experience of such stuff, but a few years later when we'd both moved house we noticed a report in the local paper about someone a few doors down the hill from our little terraced houses up in court for growing stuff. Always felt a little guilty that the wind might have blown and self-seeded... nah! that's just a pipe-dream...
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Jeff Taylor over 6 years ago
🙄😉 These never fail to both make me smile, and groan internally. I know you can keep'em going, so I'm not going to encourage you 😉
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Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Thanks for the lack of encouragement Jeff. I'll try to keep balancing the smile and groan quotients, even though I teeter on the groan side from time to time. :-)
