Jimmy in Worthing, Sussex, England  
May 11:

One bucket two thirds filled with garden soil.

 One old baking potato (Maris piper) seated comfortably. Topped up and watered, and that's about it now.
May 23

We have life. About six of these have popped up, all from one spud.

 June 2

A wet start to the month didn't look good, potato soup anyone?
A few days later and they prove to be made of sterner stuff . . . How British.
June 22

 . . . and we're off!

 July 12

OK, it's not going to win any prizes is it? After a few days of heavy rain the bucket contained more water than potato and I had to leave it on it's side for a day to drain, and as you can see, it's growing grass too.
August 20th 2008

This is the first clue something was wrong.

Yes, its a tomato, I know, I should have known that but the idea was to let it do it's thing, ignored, left to flourish and reward me with some lovely spuds . . . not a hope.

Dig up time I think.
This is it.
To say I was a little disappointed would have been an understatement.

Six spuds in total, none bigger that ping-pong ball, I would drowned my sorrows in beer if I had any. The little 'Jabber the Hut' on the right was the only one that seemed to be doing anything . . . so I buried it!

I formally declare myself a looser.

BUGGER