Many years ago I had a friend who was listening to the radio, an obscure local station mind, and - well, every time I hear or see the word 'lawnmower', I think of this story. An Irish person rang into this radio station and was divulging a rather bizarre tale about 'receivin' a package in thee mail. Would ya believe it, enclosed was a copy of The Lahnmower man, wit yer man Jeff Fahey, with his luvly wolf oiyes.'
So you can forgive me if I crack up whenever the word 'lawnmower' crops up in my life.
Thus, I was a bag of barely concealed giggles when I visited the British Lawnmower museum. And you know what it's like when you've got the giggles. It's contagious. It's stupid. Everything in the world becomes funny, including lawnmowers. Only Southport could have such a museum, dedicated to those humble machines what cut our grass. I don't have a garden at present, so what exactly I was doing here apart from tittering like a moron over yer man Jeff Fahey is anyone's guess.
There's a sense of tongue in cheek humour about the place which made my giggles even worse. For example the slogan of the place is 'It's Mower Interesting'. You find out that many thought the man who first thought up the idea of a lawnmower was deemed a lunatic by those around him, and look at him now. Well, look at his product. Flymos are in practically every garden. I'm thinking even Dyson do them now...? All in all it's a museum with a difference, the result of anorak-esque obsession and it's actually rather a cool place to hang out. You'll learn stuff you never even knew about these machines grass growers can't live without and it's got a lot of character to it. Charge your engines, people! read more