Coming soon: When the AOC met Mr T (itchmarsh)

So the competition is over and the Allotment of Champions have won third place in the National Village Show's Heaviest Marrow competition - and rubbed shoulders with the likes of Alan Titchmarsh (pictured with me above).

I'll fill in more details later, including how Woody won first prize, beating a farmer into runner-up position and gave chase to Terry Nutkins in order to secure a snapshot of his otter-mauled hand.

Right - off to the pub to celebrate, while wearing my rosette of course!

Daily Niagra, works like Viagra

So, in the final moments leading up to VM-Day (Victory over Marrows), I'm applying an unhealthy amount of liquid to our boy. I've just returned from dousing it with half a barrel of our super-special water/rooster-pellet/horse-manure rocket-fuelled stench-juice. I must admit, I nearly passed out with the smell and dry-heaved more than once, but it'll be worth it if we can get a bit more poundage on the old fella before the final weigh in: 8.15am this coming Sunday.

'Special' Sauce - smells like Bigfoot's bum

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Stormy news in stormy weather

With just over a week until the BBC competition in Derby, Woody's marrow measures a clear six inches longer than our champ. Luckily, the drought, which has hit us hard this summer, seems to have come to an end - constant downpours are now the order of the day. I'm not sure if this will be enough to swell our veg enough in time for the big event, but it can't be doing the spuds any harm.

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