London: Graffiti knitting confessional
Still in London. It seems that despite all my best intentions to get in, get out, and get back on the road, I am going to be in London for a bit longer than I planned. The apes, the tigers, the Great Wall, and Grand Canyon will have to wait a bit longer. So despite the whinging and whining of my backpack and boots (quiet in there!) I thought I better make myself comfortable in my city. Comfortable comes in the form of finding my constantly moving littlest hobo of a brain something to do. So I...
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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 house where I sat on the kitchen worktop and shared reduced-to-clear smoked salmon with three hungry rescue cats. Here was the club doorway that I stumbled from at 3am in search of chips,...
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