knit one, perl one

Soundtrack: Dexy's Midnight Runners - Too Rye Ay



I stayed in Windsor last night which meant another relaxing train journey into work this morning. I much prefer to come in from Windsor. Not that I'm one to stress about getting to work on time (if I did I wouldn't have survived 5 years in London so far), but the journey from Tooting every morning is pure hell. First you have the Northern line, then there's the 8.30am crush. There's an obvious lack of seats, and everybody splutters all over you. Then you get a bad neck from reading at a funny angle/carrying a heavy book in your bag. I much prefer the calm of commuting from Windsor.

I was knitting on the train to Paddington this morning, as I'm want to do, and I remembered my dad's reaction when I told him that I like to knit on the train:

"...
KNITting?
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On the TRAIN???
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Doesn't everybody stare and laugh at you?"

Well thanks dad. You'd think I just told him that I like to jack up when using public transport or something. Of course, my retort should have been the story of when I saw a boy cross-stitching on the tube once, but he would only have denounced my reasoning with 'he'll be one of them gays'.