Beware of the flowers (cos I'm sure they're gonna get you)

I love the notion of guerilla gardening. It’s quite subversive, and totally benign. Unless you suffer from hay fever. I’d do it myself if my spare time wasn’t already taken up with damage limitation on my own plot.

The new rock’n’roll?

‘What did you do at the weekend?’ If I told them, they wouldn’t be impressed. Yes, I spend my spare time gardening. Middle-aged cliche number 1. But give me mud, sun, physical work, the air on my face, and I’m as happy as I’ve ever been in a sweaty club. It’s not that different, really. It’s just a different way of feeling connected.