Knitblast the Seventh: confused Tower Bridge tourists

The Stitch and Bitch London Knit Crawl for Worldwide Knit in Public Day. Four iconic London sights. Four chances to knitblast four iconic London sights. Stop one. Tower Bridge. Not London Bridge. Tower Bridge. Tourist: “Excuse me. We’re looking for the London Bridge. Is that the London Bridge?” Londoner: “No, that’s Tower Bridge. London Bridge […]

Knitblast the Sixth: On yer bike, you filthy yarnstormer

Elderly lady sitting opposite me on the bus watches me for about ten minutes. I’m sitting and knitting on public transport, which tends to get stares. Eventually I slide my headphones off my ears and meet her ‘I’ve been knitting since before you were born, you’re not holding your yarn properly, what kind of needles […]

Knitblast the Fifth: I just purled to say…

There are places in the world where no one likes to be. Hospital is one of those places. Hospital smells of disinfectant, overcooked vegetables and fear that you can’t speak of until you get home and blurt it out over a nice cup of tea and a decent slice of had-a-bad-day cake. St Bartholomew‘s, sitting […]

Knitblast the Fourth: Holy knitted lamppost cosy, Batman

Derby – city of the hangovers, heartaches, hidden handholding and half-price promises of my misspent youth. I returned here dragging my feet so reluctantly I may as well have been walking backwards. A cup of tea, a deep breath, a check of the knitblast utility belt and a trip into my past. Here was the […]

Knitblast the Third: Knit at the movies

The interior of the Haymarket Odeon smells like all cinemas should. Stale popcorn and musty upholstery. The seats flip back comfortingly when you stand up to take off your coat. You end up forced to do a juggling dance on one leg as you fight to not spill your drink or lose your precious popcorn […]

Knitblast the Second: love and the scent of cat shampoo at Covent Garden

Knitblast the Second: love and the scent of cat shampoo at Covent Garden

The ebb and flow of bumbagged tourists that is Covent Garden. They stand in their socks and sandals in the rare afternoon sunshine and clink shiny pound coins into the hats of wide-mouthed mimes and Pop-eye armed jugglers. They scurry about the maze of shops that smell like mangoes, or pasties, or lavender. They stumble […]

Knitblast the First: return to the Whale Room

The city’s Natural History Museum is a place of dinosaur bones, shadows, and soft historic murmurings in galleries lined with the glassy stares of animals stuffed before filling an endangered animal full of sawdust was frowned upon. I can often be found losing myself in its mosaic-floored hallways, shuffling along galleries of ancient undersea skeletons, […]