Welcome to my blog. I live, knit, crochet, spin and craft near the Northumbrian Coast (but not too near – the waves won't be splashing my yarn!).There's a story in every stitch, every grain of sand, every blade of grass. I thought I'd blog about it…
Author: Jackie B
I live in Northumberland, within sight of the sea and spend my time knitting, crocheting, sewing and trying my hand at different crafts. There's usually a story to share about the things I make.
Riverdance first entered our conciousness as the interval act when Ireland was hosting the Eurovision Song Contest back in.1994 It ended up being more memorable than any of the Song Contest entries. A whole show evolved from this and toured the world, telling the story of the Irish diaspora through music and dance. It turned principal dancers Michael Flatley and Jean Butler into international stars and made Irish dance sexy.
Daughter is a huge Irish dance fan and has wanted to see the show for years. She’s been learning Irish dance too – it’s ironic that she can ski and ride horses, both pretty dangerous sports but sustained her worst ever injury doing Irish dance! I bought the tickets as part of her birthday present over 2 years ago – probably the longest time I’ve ever held on to tickets! I’m not sure what made me book for the matinee show, but I did come to regret it.
Newcastle’s Utilita Arena is getting tired and tatty. A replacement arena is due to be built in Gateshead, though work has not yet commenced and the whole project has been put in jeopardy by spiralling costs. Will the current arena last long enough to see the new one open? I hope so. It would be tragic if the North East missed out on major tours through the lack of a suitable venue. The region already struggles to complete with larger Wembley and Manchester, and with the trend towards “residencies” at one or two sites instead of the traditional tour we desperately need an upgrade.
This arena may not be pretty, but they know what they are doing. The venue is always well organised with professional stewards, good security and is fully accessible, with designated viewing platforms for disabled customers.
Sadly, it was barely half full. This was the thirtieth anniversary tour and I did wonder if Riverdance may have run its course. Maybe there is no longer the demand to see the show, and fill an arena-sized venue for multiple performances in each city. That is probably why the show was scheduled so far in advance: to get a run of dates in each venue. I also wondered if the arena was the most appropriate place. Certainly it does require plenty of space to accommodate a huge cast of dancers and musicians, both on the stage and backstage for costume changes etc. Maybe the stage has to be of a particularly robust specification to withstand the powerful taps of the hard shoe dance steps! There also seemed to be fewer stewards than Ive seen previously.
Soon it was showtime, preceded by a notice prohibiting photography and video until the finale. Fair enough.
This was the thirtieth anniversary show. In parts, film of the original was projected on to the backdrop.
It remains a masterpiece, showcasing the best of Irish dance, from the lightest of soft shoe routines, where the dancers appear to float, to the most powerful of hard shoe, tapping out deafening rhythms, perfectly timed and synchronised.
The dance sections are interspersed with glorious music, expertly performed, all part of the narrative.
There were a lot of children around for the matinee – didn’t have a problem with them, in fact it was quite sweet to see them all practicing their dance moves during the interval. Some of them were rather good!
Unfortunately it seemed that much of the audience was only there for the dance. It was quite hard to hear some of the musical sections over the talking and rustling of sweet wrappers….from adults, not children! Rude! There was even a screaming baby at one point (why take your baby to something like that? At least take them outside if they are crying)) . It was disappointing that people couldn’t appreciate the entire show and were quite disrespectful to those amazing musicians (and those of us who wanted to listen to them)- the music is part of the narrative, not just a filler to allow time for costume changes.
And it’s not just Irish dance – the show also includes other forms – some Eastern European folk dance, flamenco and tap, all stunning.
Before long it’s time for the finale and the dancers line up across the stage for the final number. I was sorry to see it end. I loved every minute….of what was going on on stage that is.
These days it’s impossible to do anything without being asked to review it, so I did, voicing my concerns about the lifespan of the arena with no sign of a replacement yet and also the lack of respect from the audience…I was actually surprised to get a response.
Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts following the Riverdance performance. We really appreciate you offering such detailed feedback about your experience — it’s always helpful to hear from guests who are passionate about live events.
I’m glad to hear you enjoyed the incredible talent of the cast and musicians. Your comments regarding the audience behaviour, stewarding, and the overall venue experience have been noted and will be shared with the relevant teams for review as we continue to enhance the experience for all our visitors.
It’s great to know you continue to support live performances here in the North East, and your feedback contributes to helping us maintain and improve that standard.
Best regards,
It’s nice to know someone actually reads what you write!
I’m currently making final preparations for my next improvers workshop at Amble Pin Cushion this coming Thursday 30th October This time we are making cosy textured headbands.
Participants will receive a complimentary 100g ball of James C Brett Aztec yarn in the colour of their choice. This includes some alpaca in the fibre blend that gives it a gorgeous soft feel. This Aran weight yarn is thicker than the double knitting I use in my beginners classes, and requires a bigger hook – 5mm. Here’s a small selection of some of the colours available.
We’ll be perfecting our half treble stitches (UK terminology) and learning how the stitch placement creates the ridged effect, which resembles knitting.
Having mastered the basic stitches, we’ll then go on to make the headband. I’ll be explaining how to adapt the pattern for different child and adult sizes and how to make the central twist.
As usual I’ll provide full illustrated instructions to complete the headband at home, including left-handed versions of how-to stitch guides for those who need them. There’s still places left – full details can be found here.
It’s the first brand new workshop I’ve developed in a while and it’s nice to do something new , especially something seasonal…..perfect as colder weather approaches. There’s enough stretch for a comfortable fit, whether you wear your hair up or down and the band is wide enough to keep your ears warm when the wind is biting
My friend Edi kindly agreed to model it so we did a little photoshoot – you can see how great it looks and what a perfect fit it is.
I had the great pleasure of teaching six more beginners the crochet basics recently at Amble Pin Cushion
In my “Crochet For Absolute Beginners” Workshop we start by going through the principles of how to hold your hook and yarn to maintain tension and maximise control of the hook. I feel it’s important not to be too prescriptive about this. After all, everyone’s hands are different. I myself don’t have full movement in my wrists. I’ve taught people with arthritic conditions and a lady who had very little movement in her left forefinger. In every case I’ve tried to find a hold that works comfortably and effectively to suit that person. I’ve also developed some illustrated “how to” sheets in both left-handed and right-handed versions. Crochet should be accessible for everyone!
It’s always nice to come away from a workshop with something you’ve made, so my beginners worked on some colourful striped bookmarks (I also gave them full instructions to take away in case they didn’t finish or wanted to make more at home). I think they absolutely nailed it!
All three made great progress and were crocheting like pros by the end of the session.
I think they enjoyed themselves. They certainly look pleased with their work, and rightly so!
Look out for news on my next workshop….coming very soon!
Earlier this year I was on BBC Radio 4’s You and Yours consumer programme.. There was a feature on live music and how there was a trend towards “residencies”. No tour, several nights at Wembley, maybe a couple more at Manchester arena and somewhere else if you are lucky. If you live in the north east corner of England like me, that involves travelling long distances (don’t get me started about using trains if you are disabled), hotel stays, food, drink (and huge ticket prices: let’s not forget the Oasis dynamic pricing debacle). Coldplay said they were being green and reducing the tour carbon footprint. but I’d really like to know about the the environmental impact of large numbers of fans travelling the length of the country, with associated fossil fuel emissions, junk food consumption etc etc etc. and if this was taken into account. Show me the maths!
I’m used to travelling to Newcastle and, on occasion a bit further, to see the 80’s bands I love (and in my own small way these days, contributing to their pension plans!). What an absolute delight it was to discover that China Crisis were appearing at my local arts venue, just 10 minutes away from where I live. Did I go? Well, it would be rude not to.
Alnwick Playhouse had a major refurbishment a few years ago and it now houses a library, cafe, exhibition space, as well as a nice auditorium. I have very happy memories of drama and musical productions staged there that involved my children when they were in high school. There is parking nearby (behind the Playhouse), ramped access to the front of the building, a lift to other floors and level access to accessible seating, to either wheelchair spaces or seats to transfer into (which would require a walking aid, scooter etc to be left in the corridor immediately outside the hall to avoid blocking access) – staff were really helpful too, both front of house and at the box office. Full details of accessibility can be found here.
So here I was, with the friends who gave me the heads-up about the gig, sat on the front row – basically on the stage. From our vantage point at stage level this was always going to be the most intimate of gigs. It felt like being in someone’s living room – for the band, it was pointed out later, it felt more like a lecture theatre. and (sadly) only around half full.
Back in the eighties when bands like Duran Duran and Culture Club ruled the charts and the headlines, China Crisis were denied the massive success of some of their contemporaries. They wove together complex rhythms and harmonies with often political lyrics: a much softer approach than the aggressive political punk music that was around at the time, but it has given them a timeless quality. No wonder, when they cite the Beatles and Steely Dan as influences from further back, later working in close collaboration with Steely Dan’s Walter Becker.
China Crisis original band members Gary Daly and Eddie Lundon are now joined by Jack Hymers on keys and Eric Animan on sax. Daly commands the stage and takes on the role of MC for the evening.
He’s a great raconteur, talking us through the set with anecdotes from childhood days in Kirkby, Merseyside, where he and Eddie grew up, both children of large families, meeting as schoolboys, arriving in London aged 19, and becoming an established part of the music scene. Eddie Lundon’s guitar playing is heartfelt. He inhabits the music and shares vocals with Daly .
Together they bring beautiful harmonies, wistful chords that would stand alone but with Hymers adding the layers of keys and drum tracks they create perfect pop songs, embellished with Animan’s sax solos “that would get a standing ovation at Ronnie Scott’s”.
The new boys have some cool kit too. Jack Hymer’s expanding rack of keyboards and electronic wizardry includes what looks to be a bit of a balancing act – but it’s kept together with velcro. Jack knows his stuff.
As well as that gorgeous saxophone, Eric Animan plays what appears to be entire woodwind and brass sections combined in a single instrument that resembles a giant silver banana. It even has a bagpipes setting .(more of that later). I’m fascinated.
They open with The Souls Awakening and Here Comes A Raincloud. “What were we thinking? It’s Friday night!” quips Daly (not the cheeriest of songs) . We are reassured that the hits will be played, that there will be an interval to recharge our glasses and even a chance to get up and dance for two or even three songs if we have the energy for that.
Daly is hilariously funny – it’s not just a monologue of name-dropping (ok there’s some of that). There’s some great banter with the audience too. He requests the house light to be turned up a bit so he can see us. It turns out that he’s brought the family to Alnwick on holiday in the past and knows and loves the area, but hates the pronunciation – the silent “L” in Alnwick (which always catches visitors out. To be fair that’s one of easier ones. I wonder if he’s been to nearby Eshottheugh – that’s more tricky!)
The second half opens with African and White, their breakthrough track, followed by Arizona Sky. (a favourite of mine – we get to join in with that one). Best Kept Secret, Black Man Ray, the beautiful Wishful Thinking, King in a Catholic Style (I think we are up and dancing at this point).
The banter with the audience continues. Daly spots a man in the audience with a passing resemblance to Midge Ure. (turning red with embarrassment as the audience peers to see if it’s really him). It’s all good natured though. Daly wonders if China Crisis could have had a Christmas No 1 if they’d added bagpipes and a marching band to one of their songs. It this point Eric finds the bagpipe setting on the orchestral banana – and yes, it really does sound like bagpipes! (NB Midge -the real one, and his band Ultravox were responsible for iconic 80’s song Vienna, denied the coveted Christmas No 1 spot by Paul McCartney’s Mull of Kintyre – with bagpipes a plenty. It was considered a travesty at the time)
The audience may not be huge, but it’s appreciative… and we are all invited to join the band in the pub over the road, where coincidentally it’s karaoke night. Also to say hello if seen in Barter Books the following morning (for a planned bacon butty before travelling). The set finishes with Tragedy and Mystery, then the ethereal Christian.
An encore is demanded (we are all having such a great night and want more). It seemed in doubt for a while and the Front of House staff looked confused, But then CC were back on stage to play Sweet Delight. Daly explained how this was a love song he wrote for his wife and he dedicated it to all the women in the audience (because men mess things up with bombs and violence and the world would be a better place if women ran things). It was beautiful and Daly connected with the audience in a way I’d never seen done before. As he sang Sweet Delight, he indicated and acknowledged in turn every woman in the audience. It wasn’t creepy, it was respectful and rather lovely…
I had the great pleasure of teaching six more beginners the crochet basics recently at Amble Pin Cushion
In my “Crochet For Absolute Beginners” Workshop we start by going through the principles of how to hold your hook and yarn to maintain tension and maximise control of the hook. I feel it’s important not to be too prescriptive about this. After all, everyone’s hands are different. I myself don’t have full movement in my wrists. I’ve taught people with arthritic conditions and a lady who had very little movement in her left forefinger. In every case I’ve tried to find a hold that works comfortably and effectively to suit that person. I’ve also developed some illustrated “how to” sheets in both left-handed and right-handed versions. Crochet should be accessible for everyone!
It’s always nice to come away from a workshop with something you’ve made, so my beginners worked on some colourful striped bookmarks (I also gave them full instructions to take away in case they didn’t finish or wanted to make more at home). I think they absolutely nailed it!
All three made great progress and were crocheting like pros by the end of the session.
I think they enjoyed themselves. They certainly look pleased with their work, and rightly so!
I’m currently getting ready for my next improvers workshop at the end of this month. This time we are making cosy textured headbands.
Participants will receive a 100g ball of James C Brett Aztec yarn in the colour of their choice.. Aztec includes some alpaca in the fibre blend that gives it a gorgeous soft feel. It’s an Aran weight yarn so thicker than the double knitting I use in my beginners classes, and requires a bigger hook – 5mm).
We’ll be perfecting our half treble stitches (UK terminology) and learning how the stitch placement creates the ridged effect, which resembles knitting.
Having mastered the basic stitches, we’ll then go on to make the headband. I’ll be explaining how to adapt the pattern for different child and adult sizes and how to make the central twist.
As usual I’ll provide full illustrated instructions to complete the headband at home, including left-handed versions of how-to stitch guides for those who need them. There’s still places left – full details can be found here.
It’s the first brand new workshop I’ve developed in a while and it’s nice to do something new , especially something seasonal…..perfect as colder weather approaches.
My friend Edi kindly agreed to model it for this photo so you can see how good it looks and what a nice fit it is.
Although the Stitches by the Sea blog has evolved quite a bit since it began, these days it has two main strands: my crafty makes and classes and also the gigs I go to and review. This is one of those rare posts that involves both!
My most recent make was the Festival Fever Blanket: a crochet-a-long project from Eleanora Tully of Coastal Crochet. Eleanora’s blankets are amazing – extremely imaginative and colourful, Her patterns are well-written and there are video tutorials available to help with the complicated bits. There’s so much detail that you never get bored.
Fitting in with the festival theme, the design includes tents…
…bunting…
…and even musical notes….
…all finished off with a funky bobble edging.
It was great fun to make and I absolutely love it.
Of course I had to take it to a music festival, so it came with me to Darlington last month for the Rewind 80’s Festival (read about the music here and other aspects of the event here)
My lovely friend Angela came with me – here she is modelling the blanket. That’s The Farm on stage in the background.
I wonder which festivals that blanket will visit next summer?
I already posted a review of August Bank Holiday Sunday’s 80’s gig here. The music was great (we were treated to The Human League, Bananarama, Tony Hadley, The Christians, The Farm, Toyah, Altered Images and Carol Dekker: a great lineup. It’s so good have an 80’s festival in the here North East, and long may that continue. However there were some issues with the way the event was organised where there was room for improvement, including accessibility for disabled fans. I hope that those concerned get to read this (please share) and take it as the constructive criticism it is intended to be, to learn from and make improvements for future events.
Unless otherwise stated, these are my own opinions and observations.
Ticket Purchase
Disabled fans requiring accessible seating and/or an essential companion ticket were advised to purchase tickets from TicketMaster and I did so – they have a good registration system for disabled customers, so proof of disability is given once and is valid for ticket purchases for 3 years.
Booking a parking space
I would be driving to Darlington (which takes about 1 hour 20 minutes) in my adapted vehicle. I worked out that I would need to park at the stadium, being at the edge of town away from Town Centre Car Parks. The event was on grass so I’d need my `all-terrain” scooter: this can be loaded into my own vehicle using a built in electric winch, but is too large and heavy to go on a shuttle bus or regular taxi..
When pre-event information was released it advised that venue parking had to be booked and paid for in advance, including disabled parking. The charge is not ideal, when disabled people may have no other option but to park on site , but more importantly there was no separate priority route to purchase a disabled parking pass, resulting in what seemed to be a bit of a scramble for all the parking, certainly on the link given on the pre-event info email and this quickly sold out. I couldn’t see another way round this. Had I missed something? It was looking increasingly likely that I would not be able to attend at all. I reached out on social media and discovered that I was not the only disabled customer who had missed out on the parking. Others were going to attempt to manage with sticks, though were concerned about whether they’d be ok. My final thought was to contact the promoter, Liz Hobbs Group via the contact page of their website. Give them their due I was soon sent a link to an alternative ticket vendor website (Eventim) and was able to purchase parking at last. Crisis averted, but not an ideal situation. it would have made more sense (to me) to have event tickets and car parking sold on the same site.
Getting into the car park
The day of the event arrived. I picked up my lovely friend A and the journey passed without incident until we were close to the stadium itself as queues of traffic were starting to form. Following the directions automatically sent to my phone when I purchased parking, I inadvertently drive past the entrance to the stadium where I should have been – the directions sent me towards a locked gateway, so I had to do a U-turn into traffic (fortunately slow moving) and eventually found my way back to the correct entrance – I only knew this because other cars were turning in there. I saw no signage for disabled or reserved parking indicating this way in or any stewards outside directing drivers in.
Inside there seemed to be very few stewards – I did not recognised the logo on their hi-viz gear as belonging to one of the major event security firms that one would normally see at such an event (they may have been employed directly by the Rugby Club but I’m not sure) -the parking e-ticket was scanned but there was some confusion about were we were supposed to park – the stewards didn’t seem well briefed. Eventually we found the designated area earmarked for disabled parking. Fortunately we arrived before this had filled up and I was able to get out the car easily – the individual bays were regular narrow ones, not the wider ones purpose made for disabled drivers/passengers, which are essential when transferring from seat out of a side door into a wheelchair.
Getting into the Stadium
With the scooter out of the car we set off towards the stadium entrances by a convoluted route to use the drop kerbs. There was not signage to a disabled entrance and some of the gates had steps. I asked a female steward where we should go and before she could answer a man in a Rugby club top took us to where we were supposed to go next – I asked him if he worked for the Club and he said he built it! As he took us to the next steward who scanned tickets he also told us that once we were inside, the wheelchair area was to the left of the stage and the steward there would give us yellow wristbands. We got there and were admitted to the area but were not given wristbands. A was given one later to allow her back in after purchasing food and drink. Apparently we were supposed to collect wristbands from the box office – who knew? There were no signs. At no point was there a security check of our bags. Although no food or drink was supposed to be allowed in, I did have a full water bottle with me, and was prepared to pour it away if challenged – I was not. I later discovered that another friend had been at the event, unbeknown to me. She told me that a steward had attempted to confiscate her sunscreen. She wisely refused to let him – this was after all one of the hottest days of the year – not good practice to ban sun protection,
The Viewing Area.
This was nothing more than an area separated off by barriers. Not a proper platform. there were some folding chairs stacked against the front barrier that people could get out and use if needed. The best thing about the “Pen” was that there were accessible portable toilets.
Although situated at the front, the area was so far to the left that only half the stage was visible. If you imagine a diagonal line drawn between the near front corner of the stage and near the opposite back corner. I could only see in front of that line – the back line wasn’t visible at all. The only time I saw a drum kit all day was on the screens! Even band members at the front of the stage were often obscured by the rigging at the side.
The front barrier was pretty solid and not the easiest thing to see over, especially if you were very short in stature and/or requiring a reclined position in wheelchair, making a raised platform even more necessary. All wheelchairs and scooters are not the same height!
At other events I’ve been to the wheelchair area stewards have been a lot more pro-active in ensuring the safety and comfort of disabled customers, for example ensuring that seats were positioned so no-one’s views were obscured. This certainly did not happen here – there was one steward on the entrance to the area who never ventured beyond that – there was a bit of a free-for all for chairs and people just positioned themselves wherever.
Event Information
There was no running order posted up on the screens – we only had the start and finish times given in the pre-event information. On stage times for each act would have been useful for timing trips to food vendors and bars (especially as the queues were long) and to use the toilet, which can take longer if you are disabled. Dynamic running order posts are especially useful later in the event if things are running late and people need to rearrange taxis.
The Smell
I mentioned earlier that this was a particularly hot day. The stadium is situated on the edge of town close to farmland. Later on in the afternoon there was a strong smell of farmyard manure! It was definitely not coming from the toilets. I’m a countryside dweller and I know the difference. I also know that we are entering the muck spreading season to fertilise fields for the next crop. I could be totally wrong here but I did wonder if there had been much liaison with local residents and farms and if a local farmer had been angry enough about the traffic, disruption and noise that they had staged a sort of agricultural dirty protest!
Food and Drink
I’m pretty used to the bans on taking your own food and alcohol into such events. Usually sealed bottles of soft drinks are often allowed though. At least there was free water available which was absolutely essential in view of the hot weather. I don’t think the party crowd or the hot weather had been taken account of though. People do drink more when it’s hot and the lager ran out early in the evening. Not good. There was a good variety of (expensive) food available
Leaving the Stadium
After the last band came off stage at the end of the night, exiting the venue took ages. One would expect all exits to be open to allow free movement off the premises. Only one exit seemed to be open, leading to a potentially dangerous bottleneck. Even when a crowd is moving in a slow orderly fashion,, when it’s packed tight like this it can feel very unsafe in a scooter or wheelchair as you are much lower down and cannot be seen. The stewards appeared to have given up by this point – a few were standing around chatting but seemed to take no part in ensuring the audience’s safe and speedy departure.
Once outside, the car park was chaos. With no stewards to direct traffic everyone was trying to find their own way out. At the same time, taxis and shuttle buses were trying to get in. A chorus of car horns blasted through the night air as drivers got more and more frustrated.
We on the other hand sat tight in the car, with our flask of coffee and picnic, waiting for the traffic to clear before we left, arriving home in the small hours.
This is not a Rugby Match
I did wonder if the organisers had simply applied what they did on a match day to this music event, without much heed to the differences, of which there are many. For example a majority home crowd of regular local supporters who know where they are going, and can use public transport or taxis, need less stewarding and signage. Many of the audience at this event would have come from further afield, probably visiting this venue for the first time with no idea of the layout. It also lasted around 11 hours, considerable longer than the duration of a match and many people were continually drinking – quite a few looked the worse for wear and would be thirsty in that heat, not the case for a winter season sport like rugby! More beer was needed!
A lot of the issues I’ve outlined could have been solved by using professional event stewards, with more experience of this type of event, better briefed and more of them, both inside and outside the premises and on duty from well beforehand until after all cars had gone. The addition of a viewing platform and adequate signage would have solved just about everything else.
As it stands I would hesitate to attend another event here. There would have to be a really good lineup of bands to persuade me. I hope that those concerned can learn from and improve what they do. We need and want 80s music here in the North East. More please but do try harder next time!
I’ve been continuing to teach crochet this year at Amble Pin Cushion, developing new courses and honing my skills as a tutor.
It was workshop day last Thursday, teaching 10 participants over 2 sessions. I teach a maximum of 6 people per session. It’s about the right number for the room I use but I also want to ensure that everyone gets the tuition they need,, and avoid spreading myself too thinly. I limit the sessions to 2 hours at a time.. Teaching can be quite intensive and I don’t want to run out of steam!
We were making the classic granny square, so called (I think) because our grandmothers and those before them were the queens of recycling and ‘make-do and mend”. Nothing was wasted out of a need to be frugal. These crocheted squares were the perfect way to use up scraps of yarn left over from other projects or unravelled old and unwearable jumpers. The squares could then be joined up to make colourful blankets and other useful items. Granny square garments are now gaining popularity as much for their looks as their sustainability.
I did enjoy Thursday – both groups were an absolute pleasure to meet and to teach…. and from far and wide too, with one crocheter from Australia (now living locally) and another who has local connections but was visiting from the USA , where she now lives.
There was a range of abilities too, from complete beginners, those needing a bit of a “refresher course” and one experienced crocheter who wanted do her homework to prepare for an imminent big Granny Square project.
I was really proud of the progress they all made in just 2 hours. They went away with full instructions to complete their granny square and make more, how to join them together and some helpful tips and tricks, along with a yarn pack to practice at home. I wonder if they’ll get hooked on crochet!
One of my new workshops this year is “Crochet for Absolute Beginners” This came about following a conversation with another crochet tutor. We agreed that describing a workshop as “suitable for beginners” covers a pretty broad range of abilities, from true beginners with zero experience to those that are pretty good at the craft, but are either not very confident or they haven’t picked up a crochet hook in some time. I began crocheting when I was about 8 years old, taught by my grandmother and when you’ve been doing it that long you take some of the skills involved for granted. It’s all too easy to assume that others will have some basic knowledge.
That’s why this workshop was developed: for people who have never picked up a crochet hook – nothing is assumed! It really is back to basics and though participants may get as far as making a bookmark, there is no pressure to complete anything in the session.
As well as some basic stitches we cover the principles of holding the wool and hook, to maintain tension and control the hook efficiently. I feel very strongly that there is no set way of holding your work, wool and hook as long as you can stick to those basic principles. After all, everyone’s hands are different: left or right- handed, large or small, with long or short fingers, maybe some joint stiffness or other impairment. I try to work with my students to find the best hold for them. I’ve also recently begun to develop some new hand outs for left-handed participants – I tried them out for the first time last week in the Granny Square workshops and they seemed to work well.
I have run the Absolute Beginners workshop a few times now and it’s going really well, but there’s always room for improvement. I ask everyone to complete a very short anonymous evaluation at the end of each session. It’s good to get feedback so I can improve what I do and get ideas for future workshops. A left-handed participant on one of the first Absolute Beginners sessions inspired me to develop the LH specific handouts I used for last week’s Granny Squares.
I think it’s important to have fun too. Enjoyment is important for its own sake, but it turns out that it also helps people relax and stops their crochet becoming too tight!
One particularly enjoyable session included a husband and wife. He had bought her a crochet kit as a gift and he suggested that it would help her learn to use if she did a workshop and she agreed, but only on the condition that he came along to. They both did well, but he was exceptional. producing some really beautiful skilled crochet work Then, he confessed. After they booked on, he had been watching You Tube tutorial videos on the quiet and practicing in secret! No wonder he’d got so good!
Do you have any funny crochet-related stories to share. I’d love to hear them
STOP PRESS
I’ve just added an extra Absolute Beginners Session to run on Saturday 4th October from 10.30 to 12.30pm. (The one on Thursday 25th is now full, but please check for cancellation).
(Human League, Bananarama, Tony Hadley, The Christians, The Farm, Toyah, Altered Images, Carol Dekker)
A sweltering August Bank Holiday Sunday saw a cracking array of artists from the 80s and 90s perform at Darlington’s Bowden Park rugby Club, aka Darlington Arena. I approach the summer festival season with a certain amout of trepidation. As soon as you combine open air events with the British weather, access becomes unpredictable. The larger and more established events have got their act together but with new events springing up in sports grounds, parks and stately homes all over, some have not yet got the access for disabled customers fully worked out. But I’m going to save all that for Part 2. This one is all about the music! Today I was accompanied by my lovely friend A, who is great company and great help , which included navigating, doing the bar/food runs and even providing backup photography when my phone failed –
You only had to look at all the mullet wigs and neon ra ra skirts to see that there was going to be a party on the pitch today. We sixty-somethings do love a bit of nostalgia. We can enjoy recreating our mis-spent youth while contributing to the pension plans of our favourite 80s bands and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that!
Kicking off the afternoon was Carol Dekker, the flame-haired T’Pau front woman. I enjoyed seeing her at Bents Park, South Shields last summer with Haircut 100, and love that her voice is as good as ever.. She belted out songs old and new, including fan favourites Heart and Soul and of course China In Your Hands, which has to one of the greatest. power ballads of the 80s, or even of all time. We also got a surprise cover of Journey’s Don’t Stop Believing (with a bit of a disco beat). That’s a guaranteed sing-a-long crowd pleaser (whether you remember it from first time around or were glued to Glee) and it went down a storm.
From our vantage point in the accessible area we noticed that there was a pretty good view of the area behind the stage and we spied Clare Grogan, looking fabulous, rocking shocking pink sequins and feathers, with some very high heels, arriving for Altered Images’ set. Everyone fell in love with her in the 80s (remember Gregory’s Girl? ) – on stage she’s as engaging as ever, Glasgow’s feisty wee Barbie doll (in pink)!
We got the first bit of on-stage drama of the day when Clare fell off those pesky heels. You could feel the gasps of concern from the audience but she was back on her feet right away, blaming the new shoes. She told us that at least her daughter wasn’t present to see it and complain about how embarrassing it was ~(parents everywhere will empathise with that!) .
All our favourites: Dead Pop Stars (going back to the “Baby Punk” days); Happy Birthday; I Could Be Happy; Don’t Talk To Me About Love – the crowd loved it and sang along enthusiastically! Scotland needs more national treasures ‘like you Clare!
Last April, after K died, I wrote a lot about him and coming to terms with that loss. I was really touched by the response. Live music had been our shared passion and I just had to keep that going. That first gig without him, was hard but I continued, blogging those reviews and access details as much as I could . That first one was Interzone: a big line up of mainly 90s bands, including The Farm. I got a lovely comment back from The Farm guitarist, Steve Grimes aka Sip Advisor, who writes the band’s blog incorporating a photo diary of life on the road with The Farm, taking in the gigs, the journeys in between, pubs visited, beer sampled (with tasting notes) and the people they meet along the : Check it out here.
I messaged Steve to say I was going to the event at Darlington and he came to say hello, along with Carl Hunter (bass). It was great that the guys took the time to meet up with us and we chatted about the blogs and the gig. It’s quite refreshing that in these times of filtered Instagram posts and contrived paid-for Meet-and-Greets there are still musicians who try to keep it real. In the middle of all this, Clare Grogan was spotted again backstage, about to leave the venue and we were briefly left holding the beer, so that Carl could fulfil his ambition to meet his teenage crush…. the coveted Access All Areas wristband has its uses!
Toyah took to the stage next and owned it…I love that she doesn’t take herself too seriously. You only have to watch Robert (Fripp) and Toyah’s Sunday Lunch: the hilarious videos that went viral during COVID lockdown. Mr and Mrs Fripp kept us smiling at a time when we needed it most. This was an energetic performance that had me reaching for my phone to see if there’s a tour this Autumn. We got the hits and more, and just enough talk in between: It’s a Mystery (“Not the best song for a singer with a lisp,” she quips) and I Want to be Free were in there of course and a cracking rendition of Joan Jett’s I Love Rock and Roll…fabulous!
The Farm are on next. The crowd are warmed up and loving it. We are treated to some of the new album : title track Let the Music(Take Control) and Forever and Ever….I’ve been listening to it this week – definitely worth a play. We also get a nice change of pace with The Farm’s take on The Clash’s Bank Robber. It’s all sounding great and Peter Wooton still has the neccessary swagger to front it all.
Of course everyone wants to dance to Groovy Train and sing along to All Together Now and they soon get their wish, A very loud, alcohol-and-sunshine-powered crowd sang their hearts out. There’ll be some sore throats tomorrow!
Didn’t know much about next act, The Christians, though I do love that charity single – their version of Harvest for the World. Lead singer, Garry Christian alluded to recent health problems and seemed hestitant at first. He has every right to be nervous. It’s only weeks since the band’s drummer, Lionel Duke had a cardiac arrest while on stage at another festival. Thankfully he’s now recovering, but that must have been pretty traumatic to all concerned.
Once Christian got into his stride he was in his element, getting down to the front with the crowd, giving us great bluesy soul vocals and harmonies, especially on Harvest. I don’t think he wanted to to end! Did they overrun their allotted slot? Maybe. It was hard to tell with no detailed running order available.
Tony Hadley had the best voice of all back in the 80’s and still sounds sublime. Coming on in a suit (must have been roasting on such a hot day) and perching a stool in the style of a Vegas crooner, singing Feeling Good; then on his feet to sing the Spandau Ballet classics. To Cut a Long Story Short; Gold; True; Highly Strung…and finishing with Queen’s We are the Champions (and the audience knew all the words of every single one. Such a voice!
I’ve never seen Bananarama and wasn’t sure what to expect. These days the band is down to a duo. And poor Keren was suffering from food poisoning (her son’s barbecue was to blame) – you have to admire someone who goes on stage with that to deal with. Sara was obviously concerned and kept asking if she was ok. With two acts declaring health issues and Clare Grogan’s fall, today is certainly presenting an added level of jeopardy….will they or won’t they get to the end of the set!
I had seriously forgotten how many hits Bananarama had back then and they came thick and fast.. Really Sayin’ Something; Cruel Summer; Love in the First Degree; Nathan Jones; Venus; Robert De Niro’s waiting….I’m know I’ve missed some. All delivered with the choreographed dance moves – nothing too complicated so everyone could join in with that AND sing along. A real crowd-pleaser of a set!
It was time for the last act of the evening: The Human League. I always say that when I think of my record collection from the 80s, the album that comes into my mind first is Dare. I was a student in Sheffield at the time – they were a local band, so part of my history in a way. These days HL are pure pop pantomime – and I mean that in a good way….over the top and cheesy, but still belting out those hits that were the soundtrack of the 80s.
There’s an obvious effort made with the staging of their set: the choreography consists mainly of lead singer Phil Oakey running from one corner of the stage to another. We have another 80’s staple on stage tonight – keytars (like a keyboard/guitar hybrid)… And the costume changes! Oakey tries on more outfits than Mr Benn in the fancy dress shop. Tonight’s looks included Ming the Merciless Goes Goth ( a military style black jumpsuit with massive shoulder pads ……
…Miami Gangster (pale blue double breasted suit over floral shirt)…
…Choirboy/Pierrot Clown – a white frilled surplus.
While we are on with the fashion notes Singers Joanne Catherall and Susan Ann Sulley had some costume changes too (nowhere near as many as Phil ), beginning in pink (Long and sequinned for Joanne and short satin for Susan… ending with red and black feathers and a sort of dark Statue of Liberty vibe respectively. Throughout it all Phil Oakey presides, grinning like an evil puppet master. There’s plenty going on up there as well as the music.
Of course there’s all our favourite tracks from the commercially successful third album Dare (Love Action; Don’t You Want me …and the rest ) and later tracks too: The Lebanon, Mirror Man, Human, Heart Like a Wheel, Fascination. One Man In My Heart (with Susan’s vocals – the only one Phil doesn’t sing). The audience got to do the whole of Don’t You Want Me earlier on, with just the help of the keytars to accompany them. Everybody knows the words to that one (probably a costume change going on. at the time).
As headliners, HL are given the privilege of an encore and I’m delighted that it begins with that first hit, Being Boiled – I love the early stuff from when Martin Ware and Ian Craig Marsh were mainstays of the band, prior to leaving to form Heaven 17 back in 1980. I do wish they wouldn’t end on Electric Dreams though – not my favourite. It was originally credited to Oakey and Georgio Moroder rather than Human League . For me it just lacks the HL sound. I think Don’t You Want Me would be a better choice in that slot and keep the audience wanting more right until the end.
Despite that it was a fun set and the audience loved it. Keep on doing what you do Human League! We all love a good show and that really kept us entertained!
As the audience left, happy, hoarse and in some cases, more than a bit drunk, you could hear them still singing those songs.
It was just as well they were in good spirits as leaving the stadium was challenging. Regular readers might be wondering why I haven’t written about disability access as I usually do. I’m keeping all that for Part 2 as there’s quite a lot to say!
For now, the music takes priority, along with all those memories of the 80’s. We may all be getting older, and not just the audience – those big screens unforgivingly show every wrinkle and bead of sweat. While we may not be able to party quite as hard as we used to (and even embarrass our children a little bit), this generation is going to proudly carry on and grow old disgracefully!
I’d love to hear your memories and stories of the 80s, music-related and otherwise.
Update: Steve Grimes – guitarist and blogger for The Farm posted his blog about the gig > read it here. Thanks for the mention and the photo credit Steve!
Today is the first anniversary of Kevin’s death. It’s made me reflect on the last year and how things have changed. Of course I still miss him every day, but the pain isn’t as raw as it was. I do still have the occasional wobble, for example if something has happened that I’d just love to tell him about.
I felt quite numb for those first few weeks. I buried myself in a complicated piece of knitting that required enough concentration to distract me from thinking about what had happened. Friends brought food and visited to check up on me. I gradually got through the “sadmin” : all those things that you have to do when someone dies.
Son and Daughter have been amazing. He still lives here and has taken over the care of Buddy the dog (who seemed to become totally fixated on Son). Daughter checks up on me almost daily and is over here regularly to help out with stuff.
They say that things happen for a reason. My mother died just over six weeks before Kevin – in many ways it prepared me for what was to come – registering the death, planning the funeral and so on. Most importantly I was kept very busy for those first few months, as we cleared my mother’s house. Keeping busy really helped. The house sold very quickly and that really put the pressure on, but we did it. I brought quite a bit of stuff back to mine, including 10 boxes of photographs and slides and I’m still going through those. Some of the items I will sell when I get round to it but not yet.
I learnt how to cook again. Kevin had done all the cooking for many years and he was really good at it. I’m getting better at batch cooking single portions and filling the freezer with those. Spending more time on my feet really brought my disability into painfully sharp focus, so I’ve really tried to do what I can to make things easier – I sought medical help which has led to me getting ankle supports and insoles to stabilise my feet and ankles. I’m using various aids around the house and in the longer term getting some adaptations made to home and garden to make things more manageable.
Someone who lost her husband some years ago gave me what has turned out to be a great pice of advice. She told me to never turn down an invitation. And I haven’t! It would be so easy to decline and say you aren’t up to it, but then it gets harder to say “yes” and I suppose eventually people would stop inviting you.
When Kevin was alive we always had our own interests as well as the things we enjoyed together. I gradually returned to all my usual activities: book club, choir, ukulele, my various craft groups and crochet teaching. This has kept me busy and involved: everyone has been so kind. I am truly blessed to have so many lovely friends and neighbours who are always there for me when I need their help. I have also continued to go to gigs, initially those we had already purchased tickets for, that Kevin would had gone to. Again, my lovely friends have supported me and come with me to concerts – of course I always think about Kevin and wonder what he would have thought of every performance but it doesn’t stop me enjoying them. I have more tickets booked for this year, though I haven’t quite caught up with my reviews on here. My blog has suffered a fair bit – time just gets away from me.
There have been some particularly difficult times over the year. Christmas was hard. I found myself signing Christmas cards from both of us and tearing them up. I realised when cards addressed to us both arrived that there were some people that didn’t know Kevin had died so I had to let them know. On Christmas Day itself there was no way I could recreate the wonderful roast goose that Kevin used to cook so Son, Daughter and I went out for lunch at a local restaurant, which was lovely, then to friends for drinks and a very enjoyable afternoon.
As life without Kevin has taken shape I have some new adventures to look forward to. In a couple of weeks I’m going on my first cruise, along with Daughter, my brother and his wife (they have been a great support too) . It was something I always fancied trying but I would never have got Kevin anywhere near a cruise ship. Next year sees an even bigger adventure. I’m going to Costa Rica for 11 days, joining a group tour with Limitless Travel, who specialise in making holidays accessible for disabled travellers.
I’m doing ok, and part of that is developing a “sink or swim” mentality. To a point I know that I have to keep going and I’m scared of going under but in doing that I have found more resilience than I ever knew I was capable of. I would also want to make him proud of me. I know that he would want me to live the best life I can possibly can. I’m giving it my best shot!
Stitches by the Sea 