[IncubusGod]

Well you had reminded me that the entire back portion of my garden was being taken over by Ivy...and no it wasn't a hot eastern european variety of Ivy.
So I borrowed a hedge trimmer and started into the jungle.
3 hours later I've laid waste to the bastard, I thought I'd never get through it. Had to climb walls, scale ladders. Hack. Slash.

And all the while I was thinking "Why don't I just get some petrol".
All the time I was having visions of burning the lot to the ground in a 'controled burn' <-*snicker*

What is it with us men, why is such destruction not only cool, but the first thing we think of?

Not that I'm complaining.

And no, I couldn't find any petrol.