I WIN.

At knitting, at any rate. All the knitting bits of Mum's cardigan are done, and I even persuaded the 200-stitch-with-fluffy-yarn lace edging to behave and not get out of step with itself. And I have a knitting icon! Now all I have to do is attach the sleeve, sew the underarm, join the back of the neck and block it. Where "it" is the cardigan, not the icon.


The downside of writing drabbles in an Extremely Rare (i.e. I've never seen any fic for it at all, and can't remember anyone else saying they've even read the source material) fandom is that you don't get any comments. I'm not enough of a writer not to care if nobody feeds my ego soothes my insecurities afterwards.


Mum is currently in Edinburgh. Apparently, Gran is misbehaving more than usual and is refusing to get dressed most days; yesterday she was wearing a skirt over her nightie. She doesn't see the point of taking her medicine for her circulation, because legs are supposed to be uncomfortable, right? She also never got married and certainly never had a daughter. She knows the cats in the pictures in her room are owned by someone called Jennifer, but that person's entirely unconnected from the other photo on her shelf (which has "Jennifer" written on the back).


My sore throat has turned into a full-blown cold. I'm only in work because it's ingrained in me that I can't go out & play in the evening if I don't go to school during the day. Not that I'm a huge Will Young fan, but I haven't been to the theatre for ages, and Noel Coward at the Royal Exchange should be a good show.

Talk to me!

Talk to me, please! I'm going mad with boredom here - I can only do so much "researching potential targets" before I get distracted and end up looking at second-hand cars instead of Toyota's corporate website.

Amazon has decided (on the basis of buying WK) that I have appallingly bad taste. The synopsis of its top recommendation reads as follows:( Read more... )

Vortex

To call Will Young "camp" makes Christmas look butch.

The play is supposed to have hints of homosexuality, not a pop star mincing about in Oxford bags with a lisp and Jonathan Ross "r"s. Having said that, there was more UST between Florence & Helen than any other couple.

It was worth a fiver, which is what it cost after the sports & social contribution. Noel Coward is a good writer, the rest of the cast varied from tolerable to good (if not great) and I'm getting closer to taking the dive into a Serious Hair Cut.