Phonebox Cosy: A yarnstorm hits Parliament Square
Learning to live with knitblasting randomly all over the city has its ups and down, but it’s always nice to team up with the Knit the City Yarn Corps for a bit of group yarnstorming. This week I think we outdid ourselves. The police-swarmed environs of Parliament Square held no fear for us. Well, okay, that’s a lie. There was fear, but it was good fear. The kind of fear you get when you yarnstorm a phonebox in one of the most patrolled and CCTVed areas of London. Not even the...
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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 quietly in London’s Smithfield district, lives in the heart of the City’s square mile, smack bang next to the blood and sawdust of London’s oldest meat market...
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