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Dear fellow Forum members
I realise that what I'm about to say may well shock a lot of people, and so if you're of a slightly timid nature you may well like to click away from this posting now and continue on your way to other posts. I'll have a sip of tea, and I'll get back to all the rest of you in two or three minutes...
(Five minutes later: I went to get a couple of biscuits, and meandered back into the lounge in no great haste to carry on with this posting).
Now, I've thought long and hard about whether can risk revealing the following bombshell to you all, but I feel it's only right that I do, and I just hope that there might be a few of my fellow members who might find a little bit of understanding for me somewhere in your hearts, and reflect on the fact that there's really no accounting for personal preferences, and that everyone has a right within the confines of the law to discover their own way in the world in a spirit of freedom and open tolerance.
The fact is, I just happened to find myself in a large Tesco supermarket yesterday and, having suggested to my girlfriend that we include a couple of baked potatoes in our evening meal, I picked up a pack of four that were clearly marked for that specific purpose (ie baking), and popped them in our trolley for our our tea.
Now, deep breath, and here's the big confession: The variety of the potato was Vales Sovereign, and having found them to be absolutely delicious, with a lovely inner texture and a gloriously tasty skin, I looked them up online, and found that they are as unique and as hip and cool as the cheesiest bubblegum pop record, and have a bit of reputation as a standard supermarket potato with no real 'gardening pedigree' at all. Well, I am very, very sorry, but I really like them a lot (and here's where I no doubt lose my very last few sympathisers), I am seriously thinking of growing them in my garden this Summer.
Is there anyone out the who is prepared to still be my friend now that. I've said this? I felt that. I had to be honest, and that I owed it to you all to try to be as open and transparent as possible, and to bare my gardening soul in such a way.
You will appreciate that this has been a very difficult confession to make, and I know you'll understand when I say that I'm finding it hard to discuss this any further, so I'll simply leave it there, and allow you all to make your own conclusions.
Kind regard, as ever
Graham
I realise that what I'm about to say may well shock a lot of people, and so if you're of a slightly timid nature you may well like to click away from this posting now and continue on your way to other posts. I'll have a sip of tea, and I'll get back to all the rest of you in two or three minutes...
(Five minutes later: I went to get a couple of biscuits, and meandered back into the lounge in no great haste to carry on with this posting).
Now, I've thought long and hard about whether can risk revealing the following bombshell to you all, but I feel it's only right that I do, and I just hope that there might be a few of my fellow members who might find a little bit of understanding for me somewhere in your hearts, and reflect on the fact that there's really no accounting for personal preferences, and that everyone has a right within the confines of the law to discover their own way in the world in a spirit of freedom and open tolerance.
The fact is, I just happened to find myself in a large Tesco supermarket yesterday and, having suggested to my girlfriend that we include a couple of baked potatoes in our evening meal, I picked up a pack of four that were clearly marked for that specific purpose (ie baking), and popped them in our trolley for our our tea.
Now, deep breath, and here's the big confession: The variety of the potato was Vales Sovereign, and having found them to be absolutely delicious, with a lovely inner texture and a gloriously tasty skin, I looked them up online, and found that they are as unique and as hip and cool as the cheesiest bubblegum pop record, and have a bit of reputation as a standard supermarket potato with no real 'gardening pedigree' at all. Well, I am very, very sorry, but I really like them a lot (and here's where I no doubt lose my very last few sympathisers), I am seriously thinking of growing them in my garden this Summer.
Is there anyone out the who is prepared to still be my friend now that. I've said this? I felt that. I had to be honest, and that I owed it to you all to try to be as open and transparent as possible, and to bare my gardening soul in such a way.
You will appreciate that this has been a very difficult confession to make, and I know you'll understand when I say that I'm finding it hard to discuss this any further, so I'll simply leave it there, and allow you all to make your own conclusions.
Kind regard, as ever
Graham
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