The Purple Purler

Having been held captive in the arse end of nowhere for seven days, where original thought is frowned upon, I felt the most fitting way to celebrate my release was to free another knit into the city.

My capture meant I missed Knit the City’s first TV appearance and group yarnstorm of Covent Garden, and also Stitch and Bitch London’s manly-themed activities for Worldwide Knit in Public Day. However, fleeing to the pub and meeting my fellow artfags over a spiced rum and coke or four (spiced rum is the new Rescue Remedy…maybe!) I was encouraged to part with a rather beautiful fluorescent orange lace panel teamed with a regal purple flower. Talk had turned to the legality of our ventures, so what better place to storm than Scotland Yard.

Okay so no amount of Rescue Remedy, or spiced rum, could make me attempt New Scotland Yard, but this is the historic home of the Rozzers. I got away just in time: the sirens were blaring and I knew that Charing Cross police station had a cell waiting with my name on…and I didn’t have anything left in my bag that I could storm it with!!