When you've been given secateurs and a bowsaw for Christmas presents, every problem looks like about five minutes hack and slash followed by several hours standing in the cold cutting up the bits of ex-shrub so they'll fit into the council-supplied brown bags.
Somewhere there's probably a picture of the place looking less like a bomb-site (You can tell it's a bomb-site because there's a Buddleia in the corner) and more like a garden, but for now you'll have to look at the
'after' picture. The 'after' in this case is 'after being largely ignored for several years it's well past time to violently cut all the shrubs back, given some of them were full of dead bits; grub out as much of the ivy as possible; give the clothesline a going-over with a tin of Hammerite and generally have a bit of a tidy-up.
The thing is that I'm not a fan of formal gardens; I like the things to look as if the human bits are there on sufferance. It's just taken me a while to work out that even (especially, in some ways) an informal garden needs an amount of work.
Elsewhere, the splendid types at
posteverything.com were good enough to prod me when
vols 1 to 4 of the Sub Rosa 'Anthology of noise and electronic music' returned to stock. Since I can't afford to buy everything they carry, I mention them here so y'all may go to them for all your music-based Skronk, Fleem and Argle needs.