On the day:
23/08/2012
On the way:
It's been some time since a trio in orange overalls have brought their weapons of grass distraction to bear on the station sward. The grasses are long, the warty weeds are spikey as ever and rising rebelliously and the wee thistles are challenging fleshy human hands to have a go if they think they're hard enough.
But the woody stem that offered delicate white blooms are dried up and broken, which can only augur ill for this revulutionary cycle, however beneficial the wet summer has been for the Floral Army for Revolution and Conquest (FARC). Or so the humans think.
But the seeds have been sown, the infiltration has begun; for instance, that human hasn't noticed that the faux suede sections on his fancy-Dan walking shoes used to be black but now they have a telltale sort of greeny browny tint to them where floral agents have begun to take root. In a few seasons' time his feet will be tethered by high-tensile tendrils. And then we've got him where we want him.
And where would that be, exactly?
Why, unable to... um... unable to remove his shoes of course.
Which would further the cause how?
Well... Oh shut up. Someweed uproot that precocious sprig and let's get back to the campaign room.
On the pod:
Maybe An Angel - Heather Nova
On the front page:
Right to die campaigner finds a victory in death (The Times)
On the subject: http://andhisthoughtsarefullofstrangers.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/grassroots-insurgency.html
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