Trees
I wonder, some times, what the opposite of “green-fingered” is. I consider myself to be “botanically homicidal”, or perhaps “yellow-toed”, or possibly “a crap gardener”, but I have never let this put me off. I have kept a string of sickly house plants ever since I was old enough to dig up bits of garden and put it in pots, and now have plants all over the house struggling for survival against all the odds including an Aspidistra called Gordon, our longest surviving house plant, who is mostly looked after by Barny and re-potted by visitors who take pity on him. Jabberwocky HQ is the home of a small and neglected patch of grass we like to glamorously call the back garden, and we have long been intending to turn...
Not an Arts and Crafts Project
As I am currently in the freestyle sector of employment I find myself blessed with much additional time for helping the Jabberwocky achieve its potential. So far this has encompassed hours of outstanding applications, paperwork and even an attempt at taming the finances; a mysterious and elusive beast with no corporeal form which vanishes if looked at directly. Having ploughed through this work I was then able to turn my attentions to the blog. I gave it a little sprucing up and wrote a few new pieces that are currently still in the wings waiting for their chance to sweep onto the internet for all marvel at. Now I may, at times, be prone to a little over exaggeration. At any rate, during an especially seasoned rant about the way the Jabberwocky will change the...
Virtuality
Somewhere between real life and the virtual world there lies the Jabberwocky. Captured in pictures and held fast by words it is arbitrarily defined as the Beast. To think, though, it would take only the slightest of tweaks, the gentlest movement in language, and the Beast would be no more. It happens that today I am back to work on the internet presence of the dear Jabberwocky, as the country reels from yesterdays royal wedding I’m trying to find a corner of Facebook, centre of operations for the “omg the dress was amaaaaaazing” campaign, to attach to the website. What I meant by my introductory sentence is that without the internet, the great green Beast is nothing more than a van. It is an interesting insight into what the web can do,...
A Practical Guide to doing Everything at Once
Step one: Panic. Step two: Worry about the merits of step one. Step three: Pace the living room. Approx 20 laps. Step four: Tea. Step five: Get some fresh air. Step six: Repeat steps one to three. Step seven: Do something to take mind of steps one and two. Step eight: Observe hands. If shaking, repeat step one. If not, repeat steps two and three. Step nine: Consume high-sugar snacks. Step ten: Check Everything. If present and correct, proceed. If not, begin at step one. I find this to have been the most effective method for dealing with the last three days. Not only that, but without even knowing of my Method, Barny seemed to be executing something almost as good. It lacked the variables found in step 8, and step four featured more heavily, while step nine...
The Beauty within the Beast
To nickname our Jabberwocky “the Beast” came about largely by accident. It was as much a frustrated description as a term of endearment in the days before the MOT; back when it lurked on our drive, defying any attempts to make it function. Today, not only does it provide me with another allusive title for this post, it was also key to the reason behind it. For the first time the Jabberwocky has a proper identity. We have loved the name and the inevitable associations right from the start; it is one of only two poems I have ever known by heart (I still do, although over the years some of the words may have become a little jumbled) and it is from the obscure, bizarre and often misrepresented mind of Lewis Carroll. Recently though, what with the Alice...
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