Many years ago a little girl was trying to get Organic vegetables for her vegetarian diet but found the supply and range very limited.

She hit on the idea of starting a "home delivery" company and set about canvassing local opinion. she leafleted lots of homes and found there was indeed a demand so she travelled all over the land in her little noddy Datsun (artistic license) collecting strange shaped vegetables and fruit from all the good and wholesome farmers of the green and peasant lands. Pretty soon she had a very profitable and wholesome business and a lot of very happy customers, but.......... Not far away, was an evil trader who sold "conventional spuds" and "battery farm" eggs. he didn't give a damn about the appalling conditions the spuds lived in or how noxious the chemicals were that they fed on. nor did he give a second thought to the 1 square inch that had to sustain a million chickens, all he cared about was how to make a Pound.

At the same time, there was a farm in the west country which was growing Organic vegetables after having been a poisinous farm for many centuries before, it too was selling natural wholesome veggies. but the owner had plans to bring a hazy plastic cloud down over the sweet lands and force the earth into factory like production. He also had plans to keep his own lorries permanently driving between southern Europe and London. Now it is 2007 and the three empires are about to clash in a battle that will make the Pamplona tomato festival look like a small tomato fight! It is the beginning of............ "WARGANICS" it is the relentless battle to take over the nation Volume versus quality, quantity versus marketing, ethics versus food miles, a mother earth of all bun fights for territory.

In the west corner is Castle Watson by the river ford. In the south is Castle Abel of Coleman. And in the North is a small semi-detached fixer upper and inside dwells a Dragon, ooops i mean a Princess who must defend her honour against the Evil warlords from the other regions, she is.... Isabella of Farm a round. Isabella also has a small enclave in the Metropolis but the ground is slowly being taken by Cur Kieth of Abel and Guyus Watsonicus of River whatever.

To defend her Lichtensteinian empire Isabella must fend off the cunning marketing ploys of Cur Abel. She hasn't the Sov's to pay for clever gimmicks or fancy packaging, and she loves all the little animals and so only sells the Fruit and Veg, whereas evil Abel will happily slaughter animals and sell their Organic organs to help fund his mission to rule the Nation. The little Round Farm must also try and fight off the seemingly endless annexation of the nations rivers! already the waterways are being taken by Guyus Watsonicus, The Nene in Anglialand The Ford in Devonia, and just lately the Swale in Northerney Parts. A domain search reveals that nearly all the Rivers of the land have been registered with the Lord Guyus, and he has Serfs aplenty waiting in the wings to  have their own feifdoms, after  paying many gold peices to the  noble King Watsonicus......."hold on hold on"... he ain't fricken King yet!

Isabella decided to sit down at the big knobbly table and discuss strategy with her Knights. There was Sir Tom of Shakely, Sir Tom of Polski, Sir Earnest of Ayre, Lady Rebecca of Gallowfields, Hound Myfanwy of Clogau, and Sir little-one of Guinea and her sister Sir Fatty of Guinea and finally Sir Barney and Sir Frederick of Shetland. Her Knight of shining Amor "The Nameless one" was banished long ago. Horseless and without honour he was sent packing never to darken her prefabricated concrete doorsteps again. Condemmned to a life of aimless wandering. Burdened with a heavy squished heart and a pocket full of mumbles such as promises!! lie lie lie, lie lie lie lie lie lie lie, lie lie lie. lie lie lie lie lie lie lie, la la la la lie, etcetera.

It wasn't going to be easy, what with the thundering Artics of Guyus trundling relentlessly back and forth laden with fruits and vegetables from all over the Continent, not to mention his own vast lands to the west which were slowly but surely being covered by magic tunnels that forced the little vegetables to grow faster and bigger. And with the clever gimmicky slogans that Cur Abel used such as the Queens Award for Enterprise (which you can order online by the way) and the Mighty marketing overlords "The Soil Association" backed these behemoths with huge PR campaigns while poor little Isabella had to rely on the pathetic mumblings of the less known "Organic Farmers and Growers" who operate out of a Shop in Shrewsbury Shropshire, (hard enough to even say!)