tales from my allotment. a malcontent's view of allotmenteering.

29sept2016. i dont like the look of that barrier he's erected over there.  im going to complain to him about it. i dont want that barrier there. its causing an obstruction near my plum tree and spoiling my "enjoyment" of my own plot. 

2oct2016. colin why have you but that barrier up there? there's suppose to be a 3ft wide path down here. (indication w/ hand gestures the contiguous council land that make up  two plots)

 13nov2016(shouted at me as i move away from the gate iv just locked behind me) oi you iv had a letter from the council because of you. have you done that path? i want it done.

29&31oct2017 path marked out by council workers 8nov2016. well i can see a path betwix the full length of plots. everybody happy now? the moral of the tale? you can lead a man to an allotment but you cant make him capable of doing what he's wholly incapable of doing what he's demonstrably incapable of doing. :) 

  

30day facebook ban + my post removed mid-august along w/a link to my BT CWU june2012 employment tribunal Masterpiece.

link to my masterpiece https://docs.google.com/document/d/1g-ti9IW2nH2YIiGhdn6rHYoQq-a8eFErGARWlA9HBy4/edit?usp=sharing

tales from my allotment...landlord ;)

landlord: move two 2metre pieces of rotting wood which has been in the ground since oct 2009, dig them up and move them 12inches to the left in line w/the in situ twine specially put in place just for you.

me: are they serious? this must be some kind of april fool joke sprung at the end of november by council employees who have too much time on their hands and not enough meaningful work to occupy themselves w/at work. still who am i to argue. its their property they can do what they want to whenever they want to. notwithstanding the fact that nothing has been said to me by the council regarding i encroaching on plot boundaries since i became a tenant aug.2006. mine is not to question why. mine is to do or die.

2bcontd....  

tales from my allotment contd... 2014/16/17 :)

cop a look @ my greenhouse why dont u... :) 

sept 2014

june 2016

oct 2017

tales from my allotment. oct 2014 - oct 2017 :)

greenhouse glazing. work in progress. well i say progress. iv had a g/house frame on my plot minus glass 3yrs this month. #truestory :)

AN INCONGRUITY. (rough draft form) 2/

it took no great leap of imagination or insight for my 5y/o mind to arrive at. it was as obvious to me as the nose on my face. i am "out of place here" we are "out of place here". in other words i knew by the evidence of my own eyes and by the circumstances of the family i belonged to that "out of place" place meant being the "place" where all the ppl around me all the ppl around us are white ppl. children and adults. this is their place. it belongs to them. i am out of place here and now. how do i come to be here where i am clearly the odd one out? where we are clearly the odd ones out?

do you follow the line of reasoning of my 5y/o child's eye view of the life i found myself living day in day out. the only black ppl i knew outside of my family were our parent's friends. of which there was one couple and their family. the gordon's. c.'62-'66 & '70-mid '80s.

2bcontd... 

john coffey green mile field nigger jan2008-june2011 when it became: hello brian hello mate how are you + hand shakes all round. me to princey: they didnt call you john, then? princey: a humiliated silence from the uncle tom as he averts his eyes and changes the topic of conversation. ..happy days... !

in BTs unionised w/places once in BTs aylesbury yard and once when working together on two separate occasions in 2011 brian prince complained to me about the fact that the bunceophile lee foulkes BTemployee '96 habitually called him "john" (as in john coffey) ever since princey started working w/ foulkes jan2008. thats over 3 yrs of being called not by his given name but my the name "john" by the racist resentful grudge holding bunceophile lee foulkes. twice princey complained to me about foulkes and twice princey told me that foulkes sometimes got it wrong and called him "george" and foulkes's mate and lapdog steve (halsey) wld correct foulkes w/ "no its john, lee, not george" 

by the way princey complained to me about being called john coffey by foulkes at work, princey was pleading w/me to do something to stop foulkes ridiculing him as being a big dumb ignorant oversized (fat/obese in princey's case) fictitious field nigger character @work. princey took it from a bunceophile and complained to me. the racist scum foulkes NEVER ONCE called princey "john" in my presence. too chicken shit scared of being slapped down by me in front of other men. btw as happened 7 yrs this month 10-14nov2010 when racist scum bunceophile lee foulkes groomed used abused another white man at work in BT - philip douglas - to call me a nigger in front of him after id bithc slapped foulkes for being a thieving stealing arsehole at work. i did this in front of douglas and halsey(steve-bicester exchange-foulkes lapdog at work. nobody else will work w/ foulkes. exactly like BT line couldnt find anybody willing to work under buncey c.1998/9 in aylesbury. yes its 7yrs to the month whitel ppl scum found their lives at work and at home changed forever and profoundly. all b/c they are racist arseholes white ppl who picked on the WRONG black man at work. work in progress. iv got plans for the white ppl imma talking about. them and their BT w/place uncle tom coons black men the white ppl groom use and abuse at work. confidentially, of course. 

AN INCONGRUITY. (rough draft form)

i am / we are an incongruity here and now. early doors very early doors this fact of life became very apparent and very clear to my child's mind. of course i had no concept of the word &or meaning of the adjective: incongruous. 

my the choices and decision making of our father i found myself standing in the doorway of a big room looking at a group of white children who, were all looking back at me, seated at tables and chairs the size of which i had not seen before. standing next to me were two women. my mother and a white woman complete stranger to me.

the next thing i was aware of was the white woman talking to me telling me to "say goodbye colin". this instruction from the white woman presented no difficulties for me. i was happy to comply. i raised my arm and waved my hand at the group of white children occupying the small tables and chairs and said: bye.

i failed to see anything amusing in what id just done or said at the suggestion of the white woman so was confused to see both my mother and the white woman laughing and smiling when i looked up at their faces. where upon the white woman told me to say good bye to my mother and not the group of children in front of me. then the white woman took my by the hand and lead me to a vacant small chair in front of small tables joined together. sat me down and walked away. me? i sat where i was placed for what seemed like a long time but were in fact a matter of seconds looking back at the group of white children sitting around the same table as me who were all looking at me.

that january morning of '63 was my introduction to the british white man's world. as that 5y/o child who's infantile amnesia had began to lift from oct '61 although not aware of the existence of the adjective incongruous or its meaning. i knew what it was and what it felt like i knew how it manifested itself in life. i knew this not for the first time in my short life on that first school day morning. but i knew it at its most pronounced that day and ever since in life.

my child's mind cemented the fact of life that i was the only black boy among white children in the classroom. cemented the fact that i along w/my brothers and sister were the only black children in a school population of white children and adults.

and all my the decision making of our then 40y/o father of 7 (soon to be 8 jan'65) children. 6ft 3in of the biggest baddest blackest african man i have ever seen. himself a stark incongruity of an employee in the brits r.a.f.

2bcontd... :)