wooliness

I darned my socks ... I am a domestic goddess, an icon of DIY feminism, a paragon of anti-consumerism, reduce, reuse, recycle, self-reliance in these days of austerity, and a complete dag. My new darning mushroom and instructions came from the ever so anarchic ladies of Prick Your Finger.

Notes to Self for the New Year

1. Convince government of the error of their ways ... scales to fall from eyes of David Cameron, taxes to be raised, public sector cuts reversed, massive investment made in libraries, the arts and education.

2. Win campaign for electoral reform ... remember to vote in the referendum on May 5th ... that's a YES for AV. Then do something about the House of Lords and Lordettes.

3. Remind several Cabinet ministers and prominent businesspeople to pay the taxes they technically, ethically, morally, justly should pay in the UK.

4. Darn those socks that have been sitting in the sewing basket for weeks now.

5. Don't get too excited about the conference in Hawaii in March ... but it's never too early to check I have enough sunscreen and find my swimmers.

6. Knit more, practice cello more, run more, practice French more, drink less coffee.

Day One

I'm slothing in my jim-jams with a cup of coffee close to hand to bolster the happy new year's day-after effects. The Hip Hop party on the de Beauvoir Estate on one side of our street finished up about 5am I think. The party in the Gastro Pub on the de Beauvoir Town side of the street finished up about 2am. The in-house DJ played the occasional Hip Hop track so we could wave our hands in the air and bump and grind a bit, but he was mostly a 1980s-1990s pop man (I am comforted that still the youth of today can dance to 'Groove is in the Heart'). I doubt the two sides of our street will ever have a collective street party, and the every-other-day-of-the-year spatial inequality isn't really made any more equal by gut-vibrating sound systems, but at least on the upside our collective 'blase indifference' to each other meant everyone seemed to be having a good time. That has to count for successful urban navigation in some way.

Happy New Year!