Sunday, 18 November 2007
New work direction
Monday, 22 October 2007
Damien Hirst said"It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever got given in my life."
Saturday, 11 August 2007
Thursday, 5 July 2007
Voila!!Petite tomatoes come!!!
Tuesday, 26 June 2007
Tall Tom
Friday, 15 June 2007
Despite possibly being more at home in a green house; I think Bethnal Green got overheated, dried out and sun burnt in the hot weather a few weeks ago, whilst sitting on his windowsill. He developed a flurry of yellow patches on many of his leaves on his left side. Then, again falling, quite literally, prey to the elements, he was blown off his window sill when the wind changed direction; turning to the West. His main stem was snapped at at middle, and it proved too much, and he quickly turned brown.
Friday, 8 June 2007
Monday, 4 June 2007
Tom's huge!
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
Tuesday, 22 May 2007
The Tale of the tomatoes
Progress update
Sunday, 20 May 2007
Bethnal Green's growth spurt
Bethnal Green is settling in so well in his namesake; so well he's had a growth spurt and now he's nearly as tall as the building opposite (see earlier updates). This week he's also had a near brush with frame; The Apprentice TV programme filmed in his road; if it wasn't for all the buildings being the same he might have seen whether his window was in the frame!
Saturday, 19 May 2007
Tom has a problem with wind!
Tuesday, 15 May 2007
"Tom leaves home"
22nd April 2007
Chaomi has trusted me to look after and nurture a tomato plant (obviously oblivious to my lack of green fingers - this is the woman who managed to kill a yukka plant and most other green things). Anyway, I call my plant Tom and our journey together begins. We leave the safety of Chaomi's and take the relatively short walk to my house, the wind trying it's hardest to destroy Tom before I even get him home. So his new life starts, on the window sill in my kitchen, watching the world go by............
15th May 2007
Tom is looking remarkably healthy and has settled into family life well, getting fed at the same time as the cat (I have a better track record with cats, than plants). He is a healthy 18" tall and quite bushy. Am thinking he'll need a bigger pot soon, but can't bring myself to put him outside, as it is too cold.
I am about to push a button called "publish" now.... please send me to where I need to go.....here goes....
A Hello From La Belle Ruby!
Monday, 14 May 2007
The Fall of Miss Plum
HEIGHT: back to just over 17cm
MONDAY 14TH MAY
Good evening!
A lot has happened over the past day. Yesterday morning I had a small accident.
I was nudged from the height of the desk where I had been resting. Im not gonna lie - I lost a lot of soil. I thought I was a gonner.
At first I thought i'd just suffered from depotted syndrom, then I realised,.........
........I had broken my stem
I was feeling very sorry for myself..... but then....
...with the spilled soiled gathered at my roots once more, I was taken to the kitchen where I was given some water. After, I was placed on a different table to the desk I had been on, at first I was afraid as I saw what is known as 'cocktail sticks?' coming towards me. They were gently put into my soil and gathered around me like a splint, then I was wrapped in white tissue and bandaged.
I feel a lot better today. I was even put on the window sill to get some air. Hopefully my stem will repair. I think it'ss be a couple of weeks before the bandages can be removed.
Sunday, 13 May 2007
My friend hates tomato's
The devil is red and shiney.
Don't eat tomatos, have a potato. Trust me, you'll appreciate it much more. There is nothing appealing about the tomato. Their very substance is an attempt to implode, explode, or disintergrate. God gave us the clue in their physical form. The moment a tomato gets close to a knife it simply dissintergrates, it's pussy insides spill out as its the flesh slumps to one side.
The stench is one that assults the nose and clings to everything within a ten centimeter radius. The natural will of the tomato is to attatch itself, like some grusome spore, to whichever salad item that comes close, so as to infect said salad quickly and effectively within a moment of tossing. It leaches on to bread, and soaks into the serface equally. And yet every supermarket insists on inserting this foul fruit into eight out of ten sandwiches, with the full knowledge that we cannot ever, no matter how furvently we persist, remove the tomato to replicate a higher standard of fast food.
No my friends, do yourself a favour, choose it's more varied yet constant cousin, the noble spud. Boycott the tomato! One day they'll pay, they will all pay...


