Green fingered father-of-two tour guide Ken Goor, 64, claims not to have bought any vegetables since 1975, as he grows all his own. He talks to Neil Hudson about his life, his loves and his pet hates...
Tell us something you are proud about...
I haven’t bought a vegetable since 1975. I grow it all myself on my allotment. My shopping day is Otley Market for the things I cannot grow but if I could plant pig and cow seeds, I would.
Describe your perfect day...
On my perfect day it would be nice and sunny and I would have lots of time to just go around cutting people’s hedges or driving around on the lawnmower. Then, at night time, I’d have a quick drink in my local pub, The Shoulder of Mutton, Morley, or maybe go and help out down at City Varieties, where I am a volunteer.
What would you put into Room 101?
Plastic packaging. Can’t stand the stuff. It’s too hard to get into these days. If you want to open a toothbrush, it’s an ordeal. The other day I had a parcel which was all in plastic and I had to get a Stanley knife to try and open it and do you know what... the knife got stuck in there and I had to get another knife to get that out.
If you could pass a new law what would it be and why?
I would increase sentences for littering, because it’s one thing which really annoys me. I’d forget on the spot fines and just send people to jail for a year instead. That would stop the problem overnight.
One thing I often notice when I am running my tours is when we’re in Cumbria and the Dales and places like that, there’s no litter, all the graveyards are well kept and so on - why can’t city folk be more like that?
If you could have a super-power, what would it be?
If I could wave a wand over Syria and that region, I would. I think that if they could just stop fighting each other, they would have a beautiful country which people would want to visit. I used the think the same about Ireland when all the troubles were on.
What’s your first memory?
I have a good memory and can remember some things from when I was two-years-old. We used to live in a brick built one-up one-down, which was gas lit. No electricity. I can remember my dad changing the gas mantles.
He never changed a lightbulb in his life - when we moved to a new house in Gildersome, which did have electricity, my mother always changes the bulbs and when she died, it became the next door neighbour’s job. The reason for that was he didn’t realise they had bayonet fittings and so when he did try to change them, he just yanked them out, which brought the whole ceiling down and meant the house needed re-wiring.
Tell us something we don’t know...
Every year, on the day after my birthday, I hold a divorce party - I like to say I’m happily divorced and my ex-wife feels the same. This year it will be 20 years since we parted and we’re both happier.
Ken is author of Haunted Leeds and runs goorsguiding.webs.com
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