Where are you now Mr Gadjo Dilo? Cowering under the stairs? Skulking in the cellar? Did you hear how the traders on the Bucharest tomato futures market reacted when they saw the size and the juiciness of Ron's tomatoes? For you it is all over! The European market for tomatoes belongs to Ronald Combo! And this is just the beginning of my harvest! Hah hah! Weep your black East European tears because for you the game is up! The glittering prizes are all mine, do you hear? All mine!
Right, I think I'd better go and lie down for a day or two. All those exclamation marks. I blame the Punt e Mes.
7 comments:
Stunners Ron. Stunners.
Ron, I simply cannot take my eyes off your glorious produce! Believe me, I am not one to stand stunned when faced with greengrocery - or only occasionally - but you are right to be boastful. The Thames Valley salutes you.
Wow, nice toms...they just scream mozzarella and balsamic!
Oh Ron, Ron. How proud I am of you. Have you got a big flat-faced spade to make ketchup? Actually I think I ought to re-phrase that.
I never knew tomato growing was so emotional...it's the latin getting into you or perhaps the other way round.
May I too share in the worship of your marvellous tomatoes Ron? Magnificent; I can't wait to hear how ell they do at market.
Magnificent. When I show these to my Neighbour Who Grows Fruit and Veg she'll be green with envy.
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