Entry for 23rd October, 2008 - I am Titchmarsh

I have planted two gooseberry bushes in the garden. I quite enjoyed this when I was doing it – there is something nice about preparing the soil, digging a hole and gently spreading the roots into mother earth.
However there is no getting away from it, I am becoming a middle aged fart. I am turning into some freakish hybrid of fat-faced dribbling kitchen porter Jamie Oliver, and Alan “Punch me in my stupid smiling gob” Titchmarsh. I am now a man who spends his free time gardening and watching the golf. And the trouble is, I am enjoying it. I don’t have any aspiration to do anything much else – my days of hedonistic drinking binges with Marilyn Munro impersonators at Virgo’s Showbar are long behind me.
I have become my father. But without the DIY skills.