The film Hell Boy and its impact on my life

I am sure you are all as aware of the film ‘Hell Boy’ as I am so you’ll know what I mean when I talk about the voice over summary at the end of the film when the young guy who wanted the girl observes Hell Boy getting her instead. It starts something like “What makes a man a man?” and continues not too badly for another paragraph or so. Getting to the point I feel like this blog entry is that voice over at the end of my film by which statement you might correctly surmise I didn’t have the best weekend and am now feeling quite self-indulgent and sorry for myself.

You see it has come to my attention that there is really no point telling someone about ‘what happened’ because you’ll only get one version and bits get left out and you don’t see the context or precedent. So as the picture fades and the voiceover starts up….”What makes a relationship work? Alex doesn’t know and this would explain why she has moved into the spare room” And that’s all I’m bothering to say.

Now I could start this next bit “And these things always seem to happen when I’m supposed to cut down my meds” and then that makes me sound like I’m totally kidding myself and it’s all me getting grumpy-type-side-effects and poor-pooch-doesn’t-he-put-up-with-a-lot. But. Although I did start reducing medication yesterday, all of what I’m not talking about happened before this could have had any effect. But the fact remains I did start reducing meds yesterday and so could have done without it all anyway. And furthermore. Because I have started reducing I am now all uptight about having those naughty thoughts that involve dressing gown cords and large expanses of water and…jesus…how long has it been since I didn’t wake up feeling tired? Madness got really bad around dec 03, was kicking off before then…..so that would be about 2 years. I have felt tired for two years and it’s not like I even had a kid or anything.

So to summarise
1. There is still no phone or internet at the flat-of-fun hence irregular blogging and lack of pictures.
2. I’m really fricking tired
3. I am sleeping in the spare room
4. I feel the level playing field that is life tilting – I am back walking uphill when it would be so much easier to just roll back down into the darkness.

5. Stupid films have a place in society as cultural reference points

But seriously...

....how passive are some people? Sit there and complain about something not happening to you but don't do anythign to actually make it happen. Yes folks, that's right, I have been at the investors in people steering group this morning. Give me strength. Plus the staff association is at this very minute having a general meeting about me sacking Luke except they're not allowed to talk about particular cases so it's all done with winks and nods. Am so tempted to go down there and silence the conversation by walking in - I am a member after all.

I was just sitting here for a second thinking...what was I going to type next? When I remembered....short-term memory loss. Now this is serious - I am genuinely not joking. I'm on a high dose of anti-d's now and one of the possible side-effects at this dosage is short-term memory loss. At first Pooch thought I was just being ditzier than usual but it's definitely got loads worse during the last fortnight so I spoke to Dr P yesterday and he has told me to cut down the meds starting from sunday. Am a bit nervous (when I remember) as it was cutting down last time that caused me to have another episode. Pooch is actually being very nice about it and patiently reminding me that I have forgotten things (Like when I had a go at him for inviting all his mates round to watch football when he'd asked me if it was OK the day before and reminded me that morning.)

Before I depart - woo ha secret pal!!!! Another chcolate lolly through the post today - "I think this thing needs eating" is written on the front and it is of Dylan from the Magic Roundabout. The thing is I am assuming it was my pal because there was no note. God, one thing I had forgotten was my lovely SP5 who sent me some lovely yarn in the post as well as some beautiful cards. She is Meg from DivaKnits. She has been ultra fab so many thanks xxxx I will write to you properly once I have more time and will post a pic of the yarn as soon as I find my camera again!

The person I was spoiling was Filomena. I really enjoyed sending stuff to her and am hoping to have as much fun with my next Pal, although so far she hasn't responded to a couple of emails, a blog comment and hasn't put the questionnaire on her blog. Am hoping she is OK.

Phew

Well the removal men didn't turn up (Aussie man in a van - we thought it would be funny but wasn't.....at all) so we ended up with a different company whose name I shall praise as soon as I remember it. They arrived at 45 mins notice and asked for less than the odious aussies although we gave them the same as they were so lovely. Did mean our schedule got messed up so oinly just finished cleaning on time to hand over keys on the friday - was EXHAUSTED.

New place is wonderful and excellent and have photos but have left them at home. The only photo I have for now is one of the poster we made on the train when Denning, Paul, Sian, Brown and I went to see WWE in Birmingham. OK, photo doesn't want to load. Anyway...

Off to dinner with cousin Mike over from the states tonight. Have secured Pooch's presence by making the venue "Winkles" - the supreme fish restaurant bizarrely situated about 10 mins walk from bethnal green station. Denning is coming too and I intend to pig out on prawns and garlic! hahahaha. Smell me later dudes.

Rediscovering WWE - the build up

I wrote a long great post yesterday and it all got eaten by blogger. Hmph. So here I go again...

I had a lovely day with Nickerjac yesterday and got to stroke some serious cat and look at bunnies and admire some amazing wool in the most stunning shades. Every day brings me closer to ally pally and my have-to-have-it list is getting longer. I also got to do some spinning but was quite bummerd that I've lost my knack. The one on the right is the second attempt and is a bit better.

Actually I really like the one on the right. Aha ha ha.

So anyway...onto the title of the post. You see I have discovered a new magazine..."Power Slam". Yeah baby. And let me sum this magazine review up by showing you the cebtrefold, Batista.

Pooch is shaking his head with incomprehension as I type. But I just love wrestling. It's now just 3 days til we move and I get one step closer to WWE on tap by gaining Denning as a neighbour. We have already arranged to watch sunday's pay-per-view on Thursday night. Yeah baby.

So i got the job - did I mention that over the weekend? But the salary is yet to be set plus Narinder is off on sick leave for another 2 weeks as her feet haven't healed (bunions) and John can't start his rearranging until she is back and definitely staying. If she leaves it all goes to pot.

So doubt I'll be posting again til next weekend as have so much packing and work to do this week. Have fun peeps - I'll be back from Canada Water.

Want to buy a flat in Stratford?

Whatever you do, do not buy this one....although note the artistic array of tampons in the bathroom - all my own work you know. I went to art college....

Yes somewhere along the way the landlord came in and took photos without our permission. The thing that bothers me is certain features that have not been mentioned but help contribute to the 'luxury' feel of this flat.

• The lift has been broken for more than a week. When working it contains rubbish and mud.
• The stairs you use instead of the lift have luxury footprints all over the walls, rubbish and mud on them. If you venture down to the 'lower ground floor' you will find...
• Stinking rubbish left outside where the lift should open. Loads of it. This is here because....
• The drains all flooded about 4 months ago and never got sorted out. The bit that floods most regularly is where the bins are. It is possible the drains flooded because they were blocked up with....
• Dead rats the size of Colin's puppies. What kind of a place is too unhealthy for rats to live in?
• Moving back to the flat you have the 'luxury' surroundings of south africans in the flat below who fancy the eastern europeans on the ground floor who have a small garden below the 'balcony' (replace with 'big window'). This results in much shouting, screaming, bellowing as they communicate via a series of primitive 'ugh' s. Both groups are also friends with the greeks upstairs although the greeks favour europop, the south africans favour shite heavy metal and the eastern europeans favour maria carey. They selflessly take great lengths to give the neighbourhood the chance to enjoy their music too - often all at the same time.
  
• Then there's the flat next door with their luxury 'blood-splatter-on-the-wall' lifestyle. Lost your keys? Don't worry. Your luxury neighbours will help you break in with their tool of choice, a saw, and then share with you the secrets of stealing electricity from the concierge's supply.
  
• Did I say concierge? Ah, let me introduce you to an ever changing random stream of people who are rarely found in their office but are more frequently found on the end of a mobile with curiously authentic pub noises in the background. But never fear, should your neighbour's door be kicked in, the glass in the door in your hall have two massive holes bashed through it, blood splatter on your walls, the concierge will jump to reluctantly admit something might have happened and get round to thinking about sorting out the blood three days later and will respect the tenant's rights to privacy by not calling the police or getting involved in any way.
  

Do I sound bitter? Hmmmm, four more days then we're out of here. But look at the price - £270k odd. For that amount you get all this nastiness which you can bet the estate agent won't think to mention. How on earth can you buy a house or flat with any confidence now a days?

Anyway, we will be at Iceland Wharf from Thursday. Thank god.

On my mission to reduce my WIPs. I finished the 'y', ripped the ghastly sock, ripped the gone wrong mitred square and am about half way through it's successor. Also managed to finish the bottom rib on rob's aran - that is going to be a monster of a jumper. The wool is quite coarse in that it's not merino smooth but it's knitting up really nicely. I would post a picture but....frankly...it's just 14 rows of rib. Will post once I get cabling.

WIP reality check

1. 2 lines of rib on rob's aran jumper
2. Y square for sian's shawl
3. Horrible purple and green sock that needs ripping.
4. Mitred square for mystery afghan that also needs ripping - fucking thing (pardon my swearing but I loathe that colour now!)
5. Castoff knitted flower garland
6. Kaffe Fasset v-neck front and back
7. red, orange, yellow sock
8. Brown's scarf

OK, this is too many.

Mission: Finish at least 5 of these before ally pally.

Lessons in life

1. Do not go and see 'On the Ceiling'. Excuse me but didn't someone use the word 'comedy' to describe it? Have laughed more at funerals.
2. Do not go out with a Pooch.
3. If going out with a Pooch leave spare bedding outside bedroom door and baracade previously mentioned door when he goes out on the lash.
4. Make it understood that the maximum amount of drivel tolerated on returning in the small hours is 2 minutes.
5. Be polite yet firm on the subject of being-sympathetic-when-Pooch-wakes-up-still drunk-yet-already-hungover.

So apart from all that I have apparently got the job. Vishanti against my direct wishes badgered sean about it on the way home and rang me as soon as he admitted it would be me. You see there was a leaving do and they had both sunk a couple of glasses of vino. So shouldn't I be jumping about and dancing from the rooftops? Well....it all seems a bit anticlimactic really. I guess the easy bit is now over - the harder bit will be a salary negotation, telling everyone, ignoring the whispers provoked by a second internal promotion in 3 years, and getting John to agree a finishing date for me to get shot of my current workload. Ho hum.

Have now done the s, i, a, n and almost finished the y for my sister's shawl. Just the b and o to go...and then all the other squares.

So, er, right, of yeah!

I knew i was blogging about something - SecretPal you've totally got my number. Guess what I got in the post this morning? A Galaxy bar. Yeah baby!!

Just as well as the old knitting isn't going too well. I decided to do a mitred square for my second secret afghan contribution and I am about half way through and sure enough there's about 30 stitches on one needles but about 40 on the other. How do these things happen? I did a few more rows thinking that pah, it would be fine, but no it really won't so it's for a ripping tomorrow.

Am off to the theatre, darling, tonight to see 'On the Ceiling' a new comedy with ralph little in one of the title rolls. Now I find the boy strangely attractive. But he's also very funny. This isn't a picture of him in the play - it's just a random picture I googled up. He was in the Royale Family and a load of other things.

Have been introduced to a new blog that I am sure loads of you will know about. It is StitchyMcYarnpants and seems very funny. Will add it to my list of preferred ones when I get a min.

Actually I'm ok now

Yeah sorry about that peeps. I had a bad day and you are all lovely but I am OK now. Just to show that I am strong (like a woman - that 'sure' advert had a huge effect on me). Remember this?

Well....Teva. I tried to knit your pattern. I tried to like the cardigan once you told me I needed 4 balls of wool at the same time but NO! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha!


So anyway, moving on to other things....I was at AWE yesterday. That's the atomic weapons establishment to the uninitiated. Morally and ethically I don't have a problem with these places - partly because I am around them and their staff often and see the full range of things they do as well as the actual warheads and 'deaths per thousand population' that is actually a unit that exists in those spheres. So there I was and the security needed is tremendous. Security checks a month before you go there. Nothing electrical on site in case you record something. You want to park your car - are you insane? Bag checks, body scans Etc etc. So I got there yesterday and the woman asked me if I had my phone and I handed it over. And then, I leaned forward....I looked to the left and right with a quick flick of my eyes. I beckoned her closer and whispered, nay, murmered in her ear...."I also have knitting needles". Because you can't take them on planes so I'm thinking places that make nuclear bombs won't allow them. The woman looked me straight in the eye and said "As long as you promise not to stab anyone" and let me in. With my weapons of mass construction. So there you go.....planes - no, atomic weapons - yes.

Anyway, one can't spend the whole day with weapons so I spun off to john lewis in reading and got these two.

I must have seen them both before but can't remember. Am quite looking forward to seeing the debbie bliss knitted up.

So this brings me onto my final point with no connection to what I've just been talking about. Those with shakey nerves look away now. Because we're going to talk about pants, knickers, undies - call them what you will. Now what I want to know is - has anyone ever found a comfortable thong or g-string? Is it too much to ask? I actually gave quite a lot of thought to this yesterday when I went in search of such an item. Actually I was going to post a photo here of what I ended up with but that's really one of those 'need to know' things so have stopped myself. I have been pondering the making of pants ever since I saw an article about making old t-shirts into undies. I am sure there must be a way of making custom size comfortable pants that are not a version of the old pantaloons. It's not like I enjoy looking like a piece of edam - it's just that a lot of my skirts and trousers 'hug' my posterior and I don't want to have a VPL. So anyway....Pants eh? What can you do? Watch this space for further developments.

(Yeah I know you can just do away with them a la Mr Pooch (too much info?!) but I am a laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaady and can not go around in such a way - i might get a chill in my kidneys as my mother has always warned me.)

Tagged

Been tagged....I'm not going to tag anyone else because I'm being miserable but feel free to consider yourself tagged if you want to join in.

TEN YEARS AGO: I had just started my final year at school and was all of a dither wondering what to do at University. I was very thin and wore very short skirts and dresses all secondhand from the local charity shops in Herne Bay. In a couple of months I will buy two jumpers from one such shop and the red one will become known as the ‘dead dog jumper that a tramp’s dog died in’ for no real reason.
FIVE YEARS AGO: I was about to start work here. I had spent a sunny month in Palo Alto with David and spent a lot of it contemplating suicide and being disappointed at what looked to me like the lack of height of golden gate bridge. I was working in a community service office in Archway spending my days behind bullet proof glass listening to criminals explain why they couldn’t turn up today. I was living in Harlesden and earning about £5 an hour.
ONE YEAR AGO: I was struggling with my recovery from the depression that put me in hospital 6 months earlier. I was going out with Pooch and we had had a very up and down summer with lots of arguments about holidays. I was living in Bethnal Green and was involved in recruiting the notorious Luke.
FIVE SNACKS: Pineapple, dark chocolate digestives, some form of chocolate bar, medjool dates, salted pretzels.
FIVE SONGS I KNOW ALL THE WORDS TO: Love Shack by the B52s, F*ck you by Dr Dre, The Funky Gibbon by the Goodies, Ain’t misbehaving by Fats Waller, Bohemian Rhapsody (of course) by Queen.
FIVE THINGS I WOULD DO WITH $100 MILLION: Stop doing the job I do. Travel the world for a couple of years – not rushing anywhere and starting on the south island of NZ, Get the lump of fat under my chin sucked, chopped or otherwise removed, get some handmade, comfort-guaranteed thongs/g-strings made (yet to find any that I can just forget about), pay someone to teach me how to use my knitting machine.
FIVE PLACES TO RUN AWAY TO: The sandy cliffs in Reculver, south island of NZ, that rockpool in Cornwall I’ve been thinking about loads recently, The Mucha Museum in Prague, The souks in Marrakesh.
FIVE THINGS I WOULD NEVER WEAR: Poncho, peddle pushers, open toe stiletto shoes, fur, blue tights.
FIVE FAVORITE TV SHOWS: Ultraviolet, silent witness, emmerdale (sad but true), Transworld sport on Sunday at 6.30am on channel 4, anything by WWE.
FIVE BIGGEST JOYS: Making something new and it working out, someone really liking a present I made them, when a plan comes together, having unexpected time by myself when I’ve got access to all my stuff and can do whatever I like, chocolate.
FAVORITE TOYS: Denise needles, Drop spindle, Internet, detective novels, koolaid.

Am actually quite down today. Felt amazingly annoyed this morning on the way to work. Had therapy at lunch and worked out that this was actually very healthy and that I had shed loads to be annoyed about. Pooch has been rather lack-lustre about the move and hasn't made any attempt to go and see the place. We just had another mini argument when I phoned him and asked him to pick up the parcels that are waiting for us with the concierge. He seems to think that counts as doing me a favour but one of them is the boxes for the move. He said something about the cricket and I asked him not to tell me because just the c word is becoming a flashpoint for me and he took no notice and bowled (fnah) straight into some run through of what has been going on. I couldn't give a shit. When I pointed out I had just asked him not to tell me and I'd been ignored he got moody. Therapist Louise voiced an umprompted opinion just at the end of our session that Pooch was displaying a lot of similar characteristics to Dad and speculated what signals I could be putting out to indicate I wanted to be treated as second place.

I'm so bloody bored of recovering. Look at that tag thing. A year ago I was where I am now having petty arguments with Pooch and 'recovering'. I'm on more medication now than when I left hospital so the 'recovering' looks set to continue for a heap longer. Marie is off the pills now, as are a lot of the others. Orna ended up needing EST and even she's OK now. Buggery fuck. Why don't I just sit here feeling sorry for myself?

Weekend round-up

Had a lovely weekend with mi muvver marred rather somewhat by the goddamnfucking cricket.

The weather was rather nice and fresh and a trip to minehead revealed the LYS.

Theresa, the owner, was having a bit of a sale/clear out so these balls were all under £1.50 each.

Yes, it is all synthetic but I'll be dyeing some of it and makign wedding decorations with some of the rest. There's nothing crazily interesting there but it was a good shop and the owner was really nice.


This is the view oput of my Mum's garden. Exmoor National Park and this is the view on a bad day. On a good day you can see the quantocks. There are horses, sheep, cattle, cats, bees, all sorts of wildlife. The air is fresh and grade 3/4 lichen grows on the trees in the garden. So Pooch spent most of the weekend indoors watching the cricket.

"Where's Wally?" Can you spot him? He's in the armchair. This caused one or two or more little fractious episodes. When the tv wasn't on the radio was. Even when there wasn't any play there was random babbling to be listened to. Anyway, that's in the past now. Pooch is taking the day off to watch the last day. I'm accepting the fact that he told me he couldn't take any more days off this year under any circumstances. It all meant I got a lot of knitting done.

For example this is an 's' from the simple knits for elegant babies or elegant knits for simple babies or whatever. I'm really loving them. I did the s, i, a and am almost done on the 'n'. You see the sister who does not know about this blog is called Sian and I'm going to do a bit of module magic with them and make them into a shawl - which is what she wanted.

I did mention there were cats in somerset and here is a prime example. Enter stage right Artemis Finn.

'Soppy' just doesn't begin to describe this cat. She hasn't got a mean bone in her body which is something for a cat because I have in the past generally admired them for their cutting sarcasm. Pooch is allergic though so I couldn't play with her much. She's not actually my Mum's - she's kind of catknapped her off her neighbour or in other words Artemis knows that if she comes round in the evenings she gets extra cat biscuits, milk, and a warm windowsill to snooze on.

So it was just about a good weekend although it was touch and go there for a while. I've got some blog reading to catch up on although I do see that nickerjac has spun some more stunning yarn. I feel strangely apprehensive today about work but I can't think why. I have therapy today but it's not that. There is a word that I have known in the past that means a feeling of calm before imminent catastrophe. I always default to fey but it's not that. Anyway, that's how I feel.

SP6 Questionnaire

1. Are you a yarn snob? Yes I guess . I prefer wool and cotton to acrylic mixes. 100% acrylic is a no-no.
2. Do you spin? Crochet? I do spin and love it! No crocheting.
3. Do you have any allergies? Lavender, bio washing powder.
4. How long have you been knitting? Can you knit in the womb?
5. Do you have an Amazon or other online wish list? No sorry.
6. What's your favorite scent? Vanilla
7. Do you have a sweet tooth? Yes! But no bits of nuts in the chocolate. I'm not allergic - I just don't like the combination.
8. What other crafts or Do-It-Yourself things do you like to do? I make stitch markers with wire and beads. Love spinning too. Have tried most things.
9. What kind of music do you like? Nothing in particular - all very random. I listen to lost of audio books of old style detective stories.
10. Can your computer/stereo play MP3s? No.
11. What's your favorite color? I love red. Most colours are good apart from dark blue.
12. What is your family situation? I have a boyfriend. No kids, yet! No pets either although I do love cats.
13. What are your life dreams? That office politics ceases to exist!
14. What is/are your favorite yarn/s to knit with? Soft, chunky cotton.
15. What fibers do you absolutely *not* like? None - apart from acrylic. Well - cat/dog hair too.
16. What is/are your current knitting obsession/s? Making pom poms although I don't have a pompom maker yet. Hint hint!
17. What are your favorite item/s to knit? Socks maybe? Blanket sqaures as well. One day I'll have the biggest afghan ever!
18. What are you knitting right now? Kaffe fasset v-neck, socks, blanket squares, cardigan...yes, I have one or two things on the go.
19. What do you think about ponchos? No, no, no.
20. Do you prefer straight or circular needles? I am in love with my denise needles. It's double points that I loathe.
21. Bamboo, aluminum, plastic? Not fussed.
22. Are you a sock knitter? Yes - but on two straights. have tried all other methods and prefer this one.
23. How did you learn to knit? Mother
24. How old is your oldest UFO? Started it about 8 months ago - still gets a few rows done every now and again.
25. What is your favorite animated character or a favorite animal/bird? Cats! especially Mr Tinkles from the film 'cats and dogs'
26. What is your favorite holiday? Christmas although I'nm not religous at all.
27. Is there anything that you collect? Everything, according to my boyfriend!
28. What knitting magazine subscriptions do you have? Interweave and am sorting one out for Vogue. I don't like the UK knitting mags.
29. Any books out there you are dying to get your hands on? Have just bought one online - can't think of any although I do love detective stories.
30. Any patterns you have been coveting, but haven't bought for one reason or another?? Nope...I am a bit obsessive about patterns. I hoard them but hardly ever knit from them.

But seriously folks...

I was going to post about how I'd been to VV Rouleaux yesterday and got dissed again by the sloan ranger on checkout. But then someone sent me this link. (TURN DOWN SOUND OR WEAR HEADPHONES). I followed another link and ended up at this blog.

http://www.20six.co.uk/BLACKRAT/

This guy is amazing. A really good writer (he seems to be a journalist) and thoughtful etc - I'm very taken with it. He's prompted me to order Tim Collin's Rules of Engagement and to look up the text of the speech he made to his men before the Iraq war started. Now I'm not a political person - I like my life to be easy and full of wool. But I have really enjoyed reading this guy's current posts and it reminds me that getting dissed by a sloan ranger is just so petty and boring. They're silly expensive anyway - much better to wait for ally pally.

In general I have been having a very boring time but am off to Mum's for R&R this weekend so won't be posting. Pooch has made her promise to let him watch cricket the whole time. I have my alphabet blanket although I'm still on the same letter. It's a xmas present so can't tell you which one but it will spell their name.

As evidence of my boring life (and in an effort to hold true to Nickerjac's rule about not posting without having something to show....behold my office.

This is the view from my corner. Note how I have highlighted the sheer volume of Samir's hair. I mean, is it actually illegal to take pics of people in your office without telling them? Anyway, to continue...

This is Vishanti. She's not actually hurt we were just mucking about with the old bandages they were throwing away from the first aid packs.

This is my desk, containing the essential tool for living - a slinky spring. That thing keeps me going, seriously. But wait....what can this be.....

Believe me, this is the only fun thing about my job - the electric stapler dad 2 bought me about 4 years ago for xmas. Quite possibly the most useful present I have ever received.

Don't worry almost done. This is Hannibal. Because I also love it when a Plan comes together. He and I share a joke every now and again (and this is with me taking the pills). There is also debbie mcgee on another wall who is my icon for public understanding work - if debbie mcgee would understand that sentance then it's fine for public consumption etc etc. She is wearing a nice blue dress and silver shoes. And finally..... the view from my window.

My Director actually came down here this morning and asked me whether I thought we needed new blinds. I don't know though - if they were good enough for this desk owner 40 years ago should I really be criticising them in their off milk paleness now?

Oooo yeah

So there I was at NWKnit tog last night with that accursed teva durham cardi pattern and I'm at the point where it says 'after 1/2 an inch start to divide for sleeves' at which point it says 'join another ball of yarn'. JOIN ANOTHER BALL OF YARN????? I'm already knitting with 2 balls of yarn and this isn't intarsia, it's all one colour. So Teva wants me to have FOUR BALLS OF YARN enagaged at the same time. Yeah so I'm obviously carrying another two balls around with me.

You know what? I hate that cardigan.

It is afterall knitted with the drunk yarn. Which incidentally is shedding all over me. I hate it. From this day forth that is a ufo and I'm reclaiming my denises from it and putting it on a holder.

So instead I have inpetuously begun an alphabet blanket in the merino aran I got from coldspring. I won't forget that loop d bloody loop thing though.

my name is byrne...and i am funky

Hat finished and though I say so myself it looks rather fine as well as extremely mental.

In fact, it looks like my good self aha tra la. Now some people will tell you, the blaggards, that I only loathe dpn's because I can not use them. Aha, not so. But it is true I will avoid using them because I HATE them. Look at the suffering they cause me when I am forced to put them to work.


Have had a good but busy weekend. Pooch and I have a new flat sorted. Got it on Saturday and it's near Canada Water in docklands and even bigger than the current one. I went to Barnes to see Nikerjac in the afternoon. I know I keep saying it but I do love it down there. She also thinks that it is an actual wedding (the cast off thing) with the two named individuals who's names I can't recall actually tying (or perhaps 'knitting' fnah fnah) the knot. My flower garland yarn should be waiting for me at work today. Other things waiting for me are a hellishly busy day and news of the new job as the deadline was Friday.

Yesterday was a momentous occasion but to understand quite how momentus I need to prepare you with a little history. Mum and Dad divorce when I am 4 - Dad goes off with his secretary and in due course have 2 kids. The eldest is Freddie (female, 17), the youngest is Piers (male, 13). Alex and sister spend alternate weekends with Dad up to about age 14 maybe? Then Johanna (secretary) and Sian (original sister, 25) fall out big style and no more home visits allowed. End to seeing Freddie and Piers who has just been born. Piers seen once when 3 weeks old when accidentally bumped into them. Skip forward 12 years (last summer). Alex goes mental big style and is hospitalised, gets out and starts campaign to see siblings basically in case she tops herself big style in the near future. So...phew... meeting takes place on neatral ground between F, P, me, Johanna and dad. Is extraordinaryly wonderful and mentions are made of a visit to their house for bbq's and whatnot. Skip forward a year to a month ago. Me reminding dad big style that it's been a year and no visit has happened. Skip forward to yesterday and there is a nervous me plus the reassuring prescence of Mr Pooch heading down to Canterbury to visit the house they've lived in for about 10 years for the first time and to spend a family day with my extended family.

IT WAS WICKED! I had such a good time. Freddie I have seen a couple of times recently and she was on good form doing physics summerwork as school starts again today. I was running round their gorgeous garden making plane noises and Pooch was lapping up the gorgeous views. We had lunch, sat about and chatted and then Piers, who had been umpiring some cricket, got home with Johanna. You know those strings of firecrackers where you set one off and then the rest catch and you get a series of explosions. That's kind of like Piers. I have no experience of teenage boys so I don't know if this is normal but he is SO energetic! Pooch was running round the garden as well after a while and there was lots of playing catch and stuff. And then there was a bbq which Piers and Pooch cooked between them. That was lovely too with gorgeous salads and the 6 of us all sitting round the table in the garden. Ooo I can't really describe it but it was so so wonderful. It may have taken decades to come but it well, I was going to say it was worth the wait wich it wasn't but then it did go someway to making up for it. I just hope it continues - I'll need to keep up the momentum with Dad. I love my Dad x

Set a knitter to catch a knitter, or sheep.

Baaaaaaaaaa!

First let up reflect on the beauty os sequins. For lo! Is there a sequin that is not as beautiful as a summer's day or as round as a circle. I love sequins but only subtly - not in those sequin cardigans or anything. So in my long-term plan to knit a lengthways scarf I am including beautiful pink sequins. Because, as I might have mentioned, I love sequins.

I might be repeating myself, but I like sequins. Hence my decision to spin yarn with the 'love' sequins in it. And even though it is only in its early stages the hat knitted of the aforementioned yarn is already adorning my head.


It has been a week of good post this week and what could be better than the first parcel form my secret pal arriving after being sent to me, returned to her as undeliverable, and sent back to me. And in it was some divine linen/viscose mix in blues.

Now I know I'm getting obsessed, but does this also say socks to you? Garter stitch or lengthways maybe? But then that would be to hide them away. I know what you're thinking now though - mitred square, dude. I have been meaning to knit one or two of these and make them into a stonking great something for ages but still haven't. Then make the squares into a bag perhaps? Dude, I don't know. But you can be damn sure it'll be good. There was also a chocolate bar!!!!!!! and a lovely notepad with a pencil. I love my pal.....I'm going to find out who she is with the next parcel - can't wait!

Meanwhile my last parcel reached my own pal and she has left a comment here! Here she is...She is very cool - I'm really glad she's liked the bits I've sent. I have of course signed up for secret pal 6 and the new button will be appearing to the left of the screen very shortly. Wooha!

I did say it had been a week of good post because I finally crumbled and bought myself the dolly mixture bracelet and necklace from firefly gifts.

This is just the bracelet but the necklace is just as good. Everyone keeps asking if they are real ones.

I was thinking about patterns today and how everyone else I know seems to have some coherent plan about what they want to knit and when. I just have whims. And I did buy that little red notebook for a reason - my knitting notebook which I do carry with me everywhere but have yet to actually write anything about knitting in. So - reformed as I am - I shall make a list. Tomorrow. Maybe. It's probably a good idea anyway.

Lastly, I promise, I'm sorry some people who read regularly can't coment anymore. It was the spam that drove me to it.

Repeat after me....

"I do not need chocolate. I may want chocolate. I may fear my life will end if I don't eat chocolate very soon. But this is not the case. The desire for chocolate is just that - a desire and not a need. You are a strong and knitterish woman. You do not have to obey every request your body makes. You can say no to this desire."

Or I could say yes - would that make me any less strong or knitterish?

So it would seem SecretPal6 is already getting underway (gah, signup deadline is the 3rd - why don't they tell people these things?!). I don't know though...I have really enjoyed this one but then there is the sock-a-long and christmas presents and so on. But then they do have some good buttons...Ooooo I just don't know (but as with chocolate I know I will do it eventually).

Bashed out a couple more rows on the dreamcatcher cardi last night at golders green group and then sat back to read the next chunk of the pattern. Teva, my dear, what do you think you're doing? I read ahead. I read the damn pattern and noted all the 'AND AT THE SAME TIME' bits BUT I did not expect that 'at the same time' referred to the whole of the rest of the pattern and not just the paragraph it initiated. Jane had an 'at the same time' pattern and it was written much more clearly. Ripped 4 inches and was quite disgruntled.

The Golders Green posse have received an invite to the cast-off-knitted-wedding on 9th Oct and boy am I going. I've also just ordered some white, pink, yellow and green chunky acrylic from Dianne's knitting yarns (link in list on the left) to make a flower garland. May also make some cupcakes. The invite says 'bring your own food because all the food there will be knitted' Ought to knit myself something snazzy to wear to it and I think maybe Picovoli from Magknits might be the answer. I was never particularly aware of magknits but it looks like good stuff and I do like this pattern. Alright goddammit I'll admit that I happen also to have got a ball of gypsy from Dianne too so I thought I might use that round the neck and hem. I can't help it people - I just love Gypsy. I know it's wrong but it's like the chocolate - I am powerless to resist. Ahem....anyway.....

Am going to join Jane on her next Elann order so something else to occupy me later on is choosing what I want - the denise extended cable is a must but I'm sure there are one or two others things I could bear to have in la stash as well.

And finally...there is this. The Dulaan project. I think I might get involved. Will ponder that too. Hey you know whatever happened to my list of words that I like? I'm over using ponder and I'm sure there were other good ones on there just begging to be used. Will dig it out.

Sock Knitting Exchange

Yippee. Go to http://socks2005.blogspot.com

Hum hum hum, pinch him on the bum

Am just watching 'The Sting' on TV. This is definitely one of my top five films. What are the others I hear you think. I can't tell you. You'd stop reading.

So anyway, Pooch and I have had a jolly nice day lolling about and going to Greenwich via a very long route. You see someone had left their pda on the DLR. And I know that if I lost mine I would have to go through some *serious* sarcasm from John, never mind the expense and data loss and stuff. So anyway I ring the person who is marked as 'work' on the PDA address book and tell them I'll leve it at Canary Wharf. So get off at CW and there's no staff anywhere, cause it's the DLR and it's all automated. So then we (I am with the Pooch) trawl all the way across some place and past a load of shops to get to the tube station and give it in. And then we decide to have lunch in this one place called Itsu which is all the way back across the other side and right at the top except we get there and it's closed. So then we go right back to the other side again for italian. I feel like I'm doing laps byt the time we get there. Anyway, enough moaning. As Pooch says it just goes to show doing the right thing has its consequences.

This is the two of us having done 'the right thing'.

Pooch had taken me to Greenwich for a shopping trip on him following the ridiculous bonus he got so I stung him for.....£11. What is it with me and taking money off people? I know it is a good thing really but then 'good' has you doing laps of canary wharf. Anyway, it's quality that counts and I came out of it with a lovely felt needlebook which is already housing all the needles that were previously 'put on that bit of carpet for safety' and so on. Or at least the ones I could find anyway...

I also have a heart shaped red felt badge from the same place. And then a red beaded rope necklace and some 'Alex' sequins. Which kind of brings me to....

Handspun stuff with the love sequins. Thought I'd felt the swatch I did and friends, looks yuk. So note to self do not felt this stuff - just knit and go. Also machine washed two swatches using the koolaid-dyed stuff and the darker one came through fine. The one that I've already knitted a sock out of bled a bit. Hmmmmmmm.



Have been feeling a bit lost knit wise - think it is all these socks - so thought I'd whip off a quick needle felted heart for the Poochster. And also maybe it would help to confess. It seems to help Catholics afterall. So....I am being sorely tempted oh knit-god-of-the-stash. I know it is wrong....I know it is wicked....but you see that jumper on the sheet behind the heart? It obviously needs dpn's but despite this I find myself....wanting to knit it. I know I know....what's come over me? I also want the circular cardigan on the cover of Vogue knitting. What has happened to me? Afterall, we all know my life mantra - 2 needles good, four needles bad. Perhaps this is a midlife crisis?

So anyway, like, whatever dude. Had something really important to share but can't think what it was now. So this is not goodbye, it's aurevoir....

Pondering....

I have had quite a lot of time to think today...because the fricking cricket has replaced me as Pooch's main love. We were going to go out this afternoon but then we started bickering at lunch so we both decided we shouldn't go out in case one of us got annoyed. I am quite pleased about how we handle stuff like this.

So I have had lots of knitting and internet time. I have set up a shop at spreadshirt.net, done all sorts of things with socks and wrapped up parcels for my secret pal and my secret-pal-angel-style-person who got neglected the first time round. Been meaning to post stuff for a week already.

So with the socks...I went off the red/green dyed wool this morning so decided to swatch it and wait til I had put it through a machine wash before forming a conclusion.

So then naturally about 2 hours later later I decided I couldn't wait til tomorrow to see how the swatch turned out and knitted a sock with it. Is really cool stuff although I have had that problem where the repeat length means the colours don't distribute that evenly. I remember this from my 'spinning designer yarns' book so slap wrist byrne for not thinking of that. This is the private side of the sock that has the seam.

I would like to point out that the seam isn't that visible, is smooth and doesn't stretch apart when worn. Feel my seaming has really come on leaps and bounds this weekend. Then this is the right side.

Needless to say I totally love the colours some 10 hours after going off them.

So what has Pooch been doing today? Well, you know how glass is a fluid at room temperature and does flow very very slowly which is why really old windows are thicker at the botom than the top (seriously, I'm not making this up). In the same way Pooch has assumed his liquid form and he and the beanbag are becoming a single entity.

I believe that might actually be shane warne on the tv.

I have been giving some thought to the whole thing about using dyes (feel weird writing the word 'dying') and feel I have concentrated too much on the act of changing the colour of the yarn rather than considering what colour I am actually changing it to. So the byrne head will be more given to colour than conquests when it comes to using dye in the future. Or that's how i feel at the moment. Give me 10 hours and I might have changed my mind.

There is something else that I have been giving a lot of thought to but it's kind of hard to write about without giving the wrong impression. I have met a man, although he's only 22 so more like a boy, who I really like and we have loads to talk about but it's a platonic friendship in its early stages rather than anything remotely sexual. This is quite a weird thing for me because platonic stuff with men of my own age (or about an aeon younger - I am now feeling all of the 27 years. I think maybe my body never meant to make it this far so it's experiencing some sort of culture shock that those chocolate biscuits don't get metabolised as they used to. Anyway I digress...) Where was I? Ah Yes "...platonic stuff with men of my own age...." never used to happen. This may sound weird but it's all part of the madness and so I'm not used to being friends with a guy without either fancying them or thinking they fancy me. And I'm quite big headed so this was never an issue before (Think "you're annoying/upsetting me but then you're ugly so maybe you can't help it" and other such twisted thinking). So anyway this guy is called Samir and he's just started work at the Institute. He has an afro which I think is very cool because he's half arabic or something like that so hasn't the appearance one would normally associate with such a hairdo. We had a long chat on Friday and his tag name is Afronaut which others gave him because he did physics with space science or something at Uni. I think this name is wicked. Anyway, apart from the platonic nature of this being new I am also curious to see whether he's actually playing me in some way. He has this whole shy-thing he does and it could so easily be a ruse. So another first is the fact that I am entering this friendship with a healthy disregard for any exclamations of truthfullness or innocence he makes. I must remember to tell therapist Louise what an excellent job she has done.

Another thought that has been bugging me is this - you know in cartoons when someone has a raining-cloud over their head....if they put up an umbrella would the cloud move under the umbrella with them and carry on raining? Yes I know, there's more to life than trying to find logic in cartoons but I can't stop wondering about this one.

Can hear another sock calling to me and surely...but surely...the cricket must end soon. I wonder what Daniel's up to. Haven't seen him for ages and he's another young man I have a platonic friendship with although that didn't happen til we'd done all the naughty stuff first. He reminds me of Keanu Reeves although he would be outraged to hear me say so. If I catch up with him I will take a pic to show you all!

And Pooch, I know you'll read this, the toothbrush is still in the boots bag in the front room and you are the bestest boyfriend ever and not even Keanu himself could tempt me away x