Guerrilla Gardening

So that is the challenge I gave to the team at work when we got back after Christmas and that’s the kind of year it’s a gonna be!

This isn’t a work blog, its a me blog, but as I don’t really do long lists of New Year resolutions I thought it was worth saying what is going on and what is going to be going on this year – it is a big big year this year.

We have two companies which grew 50% in the last financial year. That is great but not enough. The challenge to the team in the companies is to keep up with me during this year whilst we transform the companies and achieve a multiple of that growth rate this time around.

The family is likely to be starting a new business this year – not me so much as the rest of them, so watch this space! Looking for a Wales based cartoonist to help out.

I’m writing a book in my (yeah I know) spare time – does anyone know of a fledgling graphics person who might like to get involved?

I have a list of things that are not resolutions but are more things I would like to fit in this year:

Restart Tai Chi (lessons already booked)

Do more Paying it Forward

Do lots more Guerrilla Gardening

Try wild swimming

Get a tattoo

Drop a belt size

Have a really good holiday this summer

Not sure what to do or think, I have something small with a halo on one shoulder whispering at me and something horny on the other shoulder jumping up and down.

We did some semi guerrilla gardening in our local park (see earlier blog entry), and got nice but unnecessary recognition for a job well done. We suggested that planting some bulbs in the renovated areas might be a nice idea and the local Council agreed. Today small old man from Council turns up and gives us several large bags of daffodil bulbs, amounting, and I may be slightly exaggerating, to about a gazillion bulbs for us to plant.

At what point does a personal activity to help others get turned by those others into an obligation?

So, little angel says ” Carry on and plant them and continue your good work for the community”

And little devil says ” Bloody cheek”

If we follow a Pirsig type argument that there are three answers to a yes/no question then perhaps we should plant tulips somewhere else in the park – what do you reckon?