Wool

Jamie from the Irrepressibles came in to talk to the songwriting students at the University of the West yesterday. I found it fascinating; I have taught Jamie and known him for about eight years- but how often do we find out how people we know tick? He was marvellously open with the students and sang to them live, which they found totally engaging.
On the way in, I met Shirley, the Raincoats manager, who was buzzing with excitement about the Raincoats documentary which is going to be shown tomorrow night at the NFT. It's been sold out for weeks. I am going with Caroline, which will be fab as we haven't seen each other for ages, and the whole thing is a luscious plum of an evening to look forward to! Gina has been working like mad, editing, incorporating rare footage from personal archives, and I can't wait!
Meanwhile, my evenings are spent frantically knitting a jumper for my oldest offsprog, who is at Art College. It's a mass of enthusiastic dropped stitches and uneven tension but it's a lovely colour and even if it doesn't fit it's victim, then maybe it could be stuffed as a friendly cushion with its arms extended for a cuddle. Or something.