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It’s been pointed out to me that nobody could add comments to blog posts here. I’ve had a look at what’s going on and put a new elastic band round the engine so it should be fine now.

Let me know if it isn’t

Learning The Craft

“Can I do the Eric Morecambe thing with the paper bags?”
“I don’t know what that is but absolutely not”
“but …”
“NO”

Fiona had decided to use her love of Making Stuff into a method of funding more Stuff to turn into other Stuff by selling her wares at a Craft fair. I had been drafted in as dogsbody and security. Mostly I ended up getting in the way. I attempted to size up the opposition

“Their stuff’s not very ‘crafty’ – and that one’s rubbish”
“Shhh”
“well, it is”

Craft is probably The Next Big Thing. That nice Kirstie “Location x 3″ Allsop was on the other night making stockings and blowing her own baubles, which sounds like an entertaining evening.

Fiona, it turns out, is a dab hand at the sales chit-chat, largely because she was among her own people. There were discussion which i think related to buttons and crochet and ribbons but beyond that it all got too technical. I skulked and hoped no-one asked me anything tricky

I can confirm that the mulled wine stall was most excellent.

Don’t stand so close to me (cos you’re a twat)

As mentioned on the fabulous Non-Working Monkey blog, there is a Facebook page you must join in the name of all that is good. Come and feast your eyes on pictures of Sting looking like a twat

Recently saw the aforementioned on The Culture Show re-discovering his folk roots, or returning to his true musical love, or paying respect to the music of his forefathers or whatever reason he’s giving for pretending to like folk music, by playing an acoustic guitar and singing in a bar with some proper folkies (Kathryn Tickell for one). Things is, when they zoomed in on his moody mug, he appeared to be using in-ear monitors, the fancy-pants headphones you wear on stage to hear yourself over the noise of big amps and drum kits and fifty thousand adoring fans screaming your name. Not something that has any place in an empty bar when playing with other, unamplified musicians.

Unless of course you’re an egotistical rock star completely out of touch with reality.

And a twat.