Some sort of Cress.
I’m going to try him with some of that curly lettuce and see if I can get an Afro going.
The Radishes are popping through, as are the tomato seeds planted to replace the crop the fucking slugs decimated.
I love this bloke like family.
In fact, he is my family..
We have laughed and laughed, drunk Vodka and laughed at ruptured ’Weightlifter’ arseholes on line!
And laughed a bit more.
Probably not his ideal birthday but at least alcohol was involved!
Crisp-e, Dred, I love you mate!