Stephen Mangan (new cast member, plays Jimmy)
When I bought my first house, three years ago, one of the things I most yearned for was a garden. A garden! A lawn to gambol on in the summer months, flowerbeds to grow banks of wildly beautiful blooms, trees to idle under on hot autumn afternoons and, most excitingly, a shed.
Let’s face it - a man without a shed is half a man. And I’d been a half-man for too long.
In the event, we bought a house in Central London. Central London means a small garden. A very small garden. No lawn, one tree, eight flowers. And a small garden means a small shed. A very small shed.
My shed is so small it could comfortably double as my coffin. It’s so crammed with junk that I haven’t dared open it for three months in case I get buried under the avalanche of tat that will inevitably fall out. I’m sure there are unclassifiable creatures living in the bottom of it.
I built it myself. Well – I assembled it from a flat pack. But it needed hammering, and painting, and roofing-felt pinning on.
OK – it’s a rubbish shed.
But it’s my shed. I have a shed now.