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 h
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 co
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 suns
Knitblast the First: return to the Whale Room
The city’s Natural History Museum is a place of dinosaur bones, fascinating facts, and the soft musical murmur of people