ignorance at a premium in New Zealand...

 its not what you know its who you know.

all these little jobs around the place filled with friends and friends friends

the lawnmower guy where I live used to be a ladies hairdresser. he has a great line of dirty off colour jokes to titillate old ladies and all the guys round here hate his guts.

the manager tried to tell me that he was a qualified gardener.

in a pigs bum he is.

he wont manure the lawn to get grass instead of preferring to bring in contractors and spray the broadleaf and the the collection of weeds he calls a lawn..

?????????????

manure would make the grass grow and he would have to mow it  more often.

just spray it and pay someone else! mates rates!

the last time the cdc bashed the shit out of the hedge it left a drip line and the GARDENER kept spraying ooodles of glyphosate on the bare patch to stop any weeds. he had no idea what the fuck was happening. when he was doing it one day while I was eating breakfast I asked him to stop and instead he waved his spray wand at me and pumped harder.

 

had to tell him yesterday to stop pointing his finger in my face.

with him its all for show and no real knowledge of what he is doing at all.

he thinks he can GARDEN with a pack of glyphosate and by the way all the bees from around here have disappeared, but he is too scared to scratch the paint on his fucking lawnmower!!!!!!!!!