My friend Antonio Gould once said that ‘living round here can be hard sometimes.’ He’s not wrong. I find Saturday mornings the hardest, when I’m torn between my love of lazy lie-ins and the Saturday Guardian, which sells out pretty early in the small local shops. I’ve found a compromise of sorts – going to the Alcester Street newsagents’ in my pyjamas when I awaken to buy a Guardian and one of their great bacon butties to take back to bed with me.
I usually indulge in flicking through the trashy magazines whilst they’re cooking up my sandwich. I almost dropped my paper last Saturday after opening Pick Me Up to find Pip McKnight staring back at me. Pip is a Custard Factory tenant – one half of 7 Inch Cinema, the other half being her husband Ian Francis ‘with his trendy jeans and scruffy hair.’ He’s only gone and run off with her mother.
Okay, so no he hasn’t. She was actually talking about her Stitches and Hos knitting group. Woke me up, though.
Oh god noooo- i’ve been outed! They approached us about doing a piece and i gave them a whole story about the re-appropriation of traditional female craft… and they came back all ‘trendy jeans’. Going to buy a load of nice new wool and needles with the proceeds if anyone fancies coming along to the next one…
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