Finally, Spring has sprung.
This means that this sad, miserable, wanna-be old git, is starting to shake his booty, wash the sleep from his eyes, move on up like a mowing machine. You got it in three…
Yup, Evans on Earth is going to take to the gardens of East Yorkshire again with a special line in lawn-care, landscaping, and overall love and fascination with all things-fauna. And it will be starting to rock with this somewhat surprising beauty.
“He a crazy man,” I hear a group of Spaghetti-Western extras cry.
“No, he just live the vida-loca.”
My missus, who is not a Spaghetti-Western extra, thinks that I am a little odd to want to turn a party bus into sedate vehicle for the trimming and treatments of lawns for the discerning customer. I do not agree. I think that this little number will be the Formula One of the one-stop grass-caring community.
“Evans On Earth, copy.”
“I hear you Cape Kennedy.”
“In thirty seconds, we are clearing you for blast-off.”
“Copy, Kennedy. Am ready and waiting.”
And with those words, the intrepid traveller launched himself into the rest of his life…