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.
“He loco.”
“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…
Caramba,, one crazy colour, there, hombre.
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Muchas gracias…
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This needs more… Happy ventures!
Bright Future.
Now when a certain someone goes to work
He goes as a kind of green-fingered Captain Kirk,
For with the Spring comes a bright new Enterprise,
A transition to a van of spectacular hue and size.
We wish you well as you boldly go forth,
Cutting a swathe through the green verdant North,
So, wave and toot should you see a lurid green van pass,
Its Evans, off cutting the grass, happily cutting class.
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Superb…
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You are a’moving on… Spring seems late coming in the north. Edinburgh had snow last week I hear. Brrr.
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Winter is going…
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