I sort of accidentally knitted this jumper this week. I was meant to be making lots of commissioned scarves and jumpers and things, but ended up doing this while I waited for the wool shop to open, waited for people to check their emails and waited for the bus:
It’s probably the nicest wool I’ve ever [...]
You can say what you like about his tea-making, but Narcsville is a bloody good ink-squeezer.
Thank you to the East London Printmakers for their beds, suction and screens.
Nell Frizzell
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Not quite, anyway. I was born arse-first into an NHS hospital, weighing seven pounds and more yellow than an alcoholic in banana pyjamas. It wasn’t the golden glow of good breeding; it was jaundice.
You see, I am part of that lower middle [...]
“In this climate you need to stand out from the crowd,” snarls Britain’s favourite entrepreneur, Michael Caine sound-a-like and greying Travolta chin twin. As the thumping cellos and booming violins screech to a halt, episode four of the business buffoonery we call The Apprentice gets under way.
This time it’s Stuart who answers the early morning [...]
Comedian, John Peel impressionist and workaholic Robin Ince called his latest Edinburgh show Pointless Anger, Righteous Ire. During the show Ince, and his co-curmudgeon Michael Legge, ranted and raved about all manner of minutiae, with the uneasy undertone that really, they weren’t angry about the right things after all.
This week, as the Comprehensive Spending Review [...]
I have just finished a rather lovely red scarf for the really rather lovely Laura Holden. I even included a couple of knitted Battenburgs in case she gets a teatime need:
If you’d like a scarf, cake-themed or otherwise, just let me know.
nellyfrizzell@gmail.com
I was asked a few weeks ago to knit a vaguely naval-gazing jumper for the lovely Kevin O’Neill. He is teaching Moby Dick next term and wanted something appropriate to wear while whale whispering.
It’s a fairly loose knit and the first proper man-sized thing I’ve made. So, thanks to Nick for letting me borrow his [...]
It’s 6.30 am and the contestants have been summoned to Piccadilly’s Fortnum and Mason. Tea? Marmalade? Biscuit-building with the royal son and heir? “Speaking hampers. That’s probably the thing to do,” honks Stuart. Oh Stuart ‘the brand’ Baggs, sometimes you just make it too easy.
Once in Piccadilly the ambitious Apprentices-to-be assemble among the nipple-like cup [...]
In my latest column for Ideas Tap I pull back the curtain on the creative cock up to ask, should we celebrate failure?
Slave labour gets a very bad press in this country. ‘Sweatshop’ is like a dirty word out there.
Thankfully, Chinese artist Ai Weiwei is bucking the trend. China’s Andy Warhol (he set up Beijing’s [...]
‘Schmaltz’, as every good Jewish girl can tell you, literally means ‘chicken fat’. Now, I don’t know what the Yiddish would be for boiled up ham and horse bones, but ‘Secretariat’ seems a very likely candidate.
You see, this tale of wealth, horse-breeding and good ol’ Christian faith in equinimity is just about as hammy (not [...]