Hi - Welcome to Peacockshock. My house on the internet. I'm Ian Peacock
I live in Hertford - a quaint but cool town just north of London England. I'm a media person. I run a consultancy, present radio programmes, do a bit of television and write too. I'm mad about animals and live with my eccentric but fabulous cat Bollinger. I go to the gym, swim a lot, and listen to music non-stop. My family mostly live up north, but also in Denmark and the USA. And I've lived in Newcastle, Durham, Salzburg, Innsbruck, Cambridge, Oxford and London.
So...don't dither on the doorstep. Come in and have a wander round. You can either just scroll down this page and see what takes your fancy. Or you can mouse around the house and click on the different rooms and areas. And keep coming back for new stuff.
Enjoy your stay.
I like gardeners; I like non-gardeners. But there’s one thing I can’t stand: the half gardener. Half gardeners deserve to be sprayed to death with cheap weed killer.
‘What are they?’ I hear you ask.
Half gardeners are people who garden furiously either (1) once a year or (2) on bank holidays.
They garden like maniacs for a day. Then they ignore their garden for months on end or even a whole year.
They have a penchant for weed-resistant membrane, as they believe it will cover a multitude of sins. But it doesn’t. And your typical half gardener fits it but then fails to cover it properly. They have a thing about bark chip. But, before you know it, it gets dry and bleached and full of weeds. Bark chip is the very devil. And, as they only garden once a year, they prefer ready-made turf to grass seed, but they leave enormous gaps and only water it once. So it dies They then add pot plants. They water them once. Then leave them to it. Like the bits of turf, they die. As do the hanging baskets. I detest hanging baskets. But I loathe dead ones even more. Half gardeners beware. I’m watching you and your hideous dead twigs.
Loving this viral video of a duck whisperer (well, duck shouter) herding a bunch of ducks into a barn in Russia. I keep thinking it was faked using CGI and made to look like a wobbly YouTube clip. But I want to believe it’s real.
Yes, I remember Adlestrop – The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare…
Once upon a time, in the days of yore in the Land of Grammar, people used to say things such as: As far as county towns go, Hertford’s nice but a bit quiet. As far as small pets go, guinea…
Not that I’m envious , but it appears the Tour de France 2014 is snubbing Hertfordshire and has opted for Cambridgeshire and Esssex instead. Presumably they chose Cambridgeshire for its challenging and frankly stunning scenery. As for Essex, well let’s…
I just love the Hertfordshire Mercury.
Congratulations to my old friend Paul on becoming Paul Brannen MEP. Odd to think I’ve known him since we were nine. Oh the stories I could tell, but I won’t. He’ll be a brilliant MEP I’m sure. And he believes in…