They Pay You to Do What?
December 1988: I've got no job, no money, and seemingly no prospects. Maybe you'd rate digging around in an organic vegetable plot in western Ireland as a fantastic prospect, but not me. I can tell you that organic gardening is bloody hard work for little reward. Rain... mud... frostbitten toes. Slugs... snails... rabbits. The end result? Lettuces and cabbages that resemble lace curtains.
By Steenie Harvey | Thu, Jul 8, 2010
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