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Rebels Without A Clue

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Ahem: this post will make absolutely no sense whatsoever unless you’ve read the previous post, Making Some Very Shouty Music. I’m not fishing for clicks; just trying to save you from complete and utter bewilderment, my fine fibrous friends.

…Because now, we are rockstars as well as knitters and crocheters. Thank you to all of you who signed up in the comments section of the previous post to come and join us for thrash metal band practise with The Purlz. At mere hours’ notice, a fair few of you abandoned your jobs/partners/children/pets/homes, and jetted in from all over the world. I notice that none of you abandoned your knitting/crochet though: you all brought that with you. We are kindred spirits.

knitting rockstar
Rockstar Knitter: Action Shot With Crochet Cushion Chair. 🙂

Band practise was a blast. I think it’s fair to say that the walls of our garage are still reverberating from the noise. Heck, I think it’s fair to say the walls of the neighbours’ garages are still reverberating from the noise… and possibly the neighbours themselves, too.

Like a true re-incarnation of Slipknot, we growled, we roared, we jumped off tall objects whilst playing guitar (yes my ankle is healing nicely now, thank you for asking). We dabbled with mind-altering substances: some of us even drank red wine without decanting it first!! We tattooed balls of yarn on each others’ skin using a needle and some old ink:-

knitting tattoo
Do You Have Any Idea How Long It Took Us To Come Up With This Dreadful Pun?

Unfortunately, I’m a knitter not a sewist, so the only needle I had to hand was a fat darning needle, which made for quite a painful tattooing experience. I’m not sure that the Contented Crafter is still speaking to me after this, although I maintain that it’s her own fault for demanding two whole sleeves of granny square crochet tattoos.

Anyway, some time around 3am I realized we might be winning in our quest to mortify the local youth into good behaviour, because a group of teenagers in pyjamas turned up at our door begging us to keep the noise down, as they had to be up early for Double French the next day. Win! It looks as though we could be saving the youth of the entire village from rebellion! I’m quite certain that all of our neighbours are silently thanking us for our efforts: they’re just too shy to come out and say it. I’m slightly more ashamed to admit that it did take us a while to settle down… and that ‘settling down’ pretty much consisted of slumping drunkenly into a stupor on the floor:-

When Knitters Go Bad
When Knitters Go Bad

But my goodness we rocked, and our debut single, Stash, will be available in the local village shop for at least the next week.

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  5. The Tyrannical Twinnage must be looking forward to the peace and quiet of school with all that stash metal belting out over Oxfordshire…
    R1, L1 (riff 1, lick 1), I say!

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  6. Love your tat’s. You rock, especially with the guitar behind your back. I hope Pauline’s arms aren’t too sore. Glad I only broke two strings on the violin. let me know about the next session. 😉

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  8. I want a copy of the cd…and a copy of the video of the making of stash….my dear James(who only got my sleep-deprived slurred version of last week’s post, said, “You knitter’s are goofy.” I call it fun, he still says its goofy.

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  10. You really go that extra mile in high quality parenting. Well done! May I also suggest to take lots of embarrassing pictures of the Tyrannical Twinnage? I am thinking of them wearing girls cloths, wearing a potty on their hat,… The day will come when embarrassing pictures will be of great use for blackmailing them.

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    • Now that is a very good idea. I have limited influence already, so heaven knows how I’ll maintain control when they’re teens. Blackmail sounds like a very sensible suggestion. Thank you.

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  11. IT was a totally stonking band practice. Thanx. One thing which has finally gotten through to me, though it didn’t at the time, those be-pyjama-ed teenagers must have meant something else by Double French – they don’t start back to school til next week sometime!

    BTW – remember the times the TT embarrass you, possibly with photos. You’ll be able to get your revenge in when they are older and you are the embarrassing one!

    Then, maybe, you and they can gang up on their children and embarrass the hells out of them!

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    • Ah-hah, you’re right! Those pesky teens must be up to something. You don’t suppose that they just wanted their sleep, do you? Glad you enjoyed band practice. See you again next week?

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  14. What a great start to my day 😀 😀
    As a singing, headbanging (pointe shoes PUNK ROCK and purl) knitter I can only say – I want to be in your band! LOL!

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  15. Seriously? I go away for a couple of days and you form a band, get utterly yarn-faced and release your first single without me!? Sigh. Ok, I guess I’ll just be one of those late-to-the-party hanger-on types, waving my L.E.D. lightup crochet hook in the crowd at your next gig.

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  18. I am SO envious of people who read this without having read the first installment (and who are too lazy to click on the provided link). I can’t wait till the Sidmouth Store stocks that single. I will wait a sensible amount of time (can’t appear to be too eager you know, street cred to think of…) prior to purchasing it and Stevie-boy and I will rock Sidmouth in unison with The Purlz. Wish I could have been at band practice. I tried to send a note but my dog ate it…

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