2013: The Year of Booze

A couple of years ago, my sister gave me the fantastic gift of a homebrew kit. Delicious cider soon followed. I got a bit out of practice last year but the warm summer seemed the perfect incitement to cider.

In June I made an elderflower cider kit. I'm a strong opponent of fruit flavoured cider (cherry 'cider' is not cider!) but the result is deliciously appley with a subtle extra taste of elderflower. For the first time ever, I actually had enough bottles for the whole batch and I ended up with more than 40 bottles in the cupboard.

In July, I experimented with elderflower champagne. Finding the elderflowers proved to be the biggest hurdle. Burnham was bare so I snuck round to my parents and thieved some from the back field, suffering retribution in the form of extreme hayfever. Although I followed the recipe, the champagne fermented out entirely so I primed the bottles as I normally would for cider. 

The result was interesting. At first I wasn't impressed, probably because I subconsciously was expecting something more like the sweetness of elderflower cordial. But, once it was refrigerated and reasonably sparkling, it turned out to be refreshing and delicious. And, most importantly, non-explosive!

Now it's autumn and time to think about sloe gin. Ignoring the nonsense about waiting for the first frost, I headed out to my secret sloe locations and ran out of boxes before I ran out of sloes. I was raised to ignore quantities when it comes to sloe gin so the recipe is simply: fill a jar with sloes; fill the gaps with sugar; fill the gaps with gin. Wait.

This put me in the infusing mood so, when my mum offered me a reasonably large quantity of plums going spare from her tree, the obvious solution seemed to be alcohol-related. Gin? Vodka? How could I consider anything beyond the fabulously rhyming plum rum! Fortunately, I'm not the only one to attempt plum rum and this blog has a fascinating recipe (plums, rum and tasty spices!).

Due to a miscalculation, I bought a bit too much rum for the recipe. Now spare rum isn't really a problem but I also had a kilner jar spare and spare rum + spare kilner jar = a challenge. Fortunately, this blog gave me the solution (while also helping me use up a spare orange in the process). So now I have a jar of 44 cordial in the cupboard too!

A Lifetime Ambition

Okay, not a lifetime but certainly over twenty years worth of ambition:

When I got an e-mail from the I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue mailing list on Thursday, I did a true double-take as I realised that Clue would be coming to Weston. Followed quickly by an e-mail out to my family to share the excitement. 

My initial plan was to be on the phone as the line opened at 10:00am but, fortunately, I decided to drive over and get tickets in person. Thanks to road closures for a marathon, I was a little later than I'd planned but I was still surprised by the length of the queue when I got there.

09:36

I was even more surprised when the theatre man told us that they were expecting seats to go so quickly that, although they'd do their best, some people in the queue probably wouldn't get tickets. It was a tense wait and, once the doors opened, all the successful early birds had to suffer our envious glares as they left clutching tickets.

My technologically-clued-in section of the queue were exploiting smart phones to their full potential. One man was ringing the box office, I alternated the phone and website, while another updated us on his wife's progress at home (we cheered every time she reported that the website timed out). The theatre staff kindly updated us on the number of tickets they'd sold and, very slowly, it became clear that we were probably going to be lucky.

Some grumpy queuers seemed to feel that everything was taking too long, my section quietly expressed the opinion that it was a very un-Radio-4 attitude and they should be ejected from the queue. We also plotted to cut the phone lines, let a dog into the manager's office to attack the electrics and further jam the phone lines every time we saw the kiosk staff come to the end of a call. 

Fortunately, in the end we didn't have to resort to dirty tricks and I'm now the proud owner of tickets to see I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue! Perhaps the best thing I overheard while waiting was "I'm looking forward to finding out what gender Samantha is." I think someone's going to be disappointed...

Three Men In A Boat

When I was younger, I asked my mum what her favourite book was. I don't know what I expected the answer to be but "Three Men in a Boat" was a little perplexing. I'd never heard of it and I couldn't for the life of me imagine how a story about three men in a boat could possibly be as interesting as books about dragons and spaceships and adventures.

I'm sorry to say that I never made the effort to find out. So, when I saw that there was a Radio 4 Classic Serial version coming along, I knew I had to listen. Even more so when I found out that it starred Steve Punt, Hugh Dennis and Julian Rhind-Tutt <insert swoon>.

I truly laughed out loud when listening and I'd recommend giving it a go if you're similarly ignorant. Now I have to know how much of that is down to the dramatisation and how much to the original material. I may not have had the sense to take my mum's recommendation when I was little but Three Men in a Boat is definitely on my reading list now.

A Little Fun

I pass no comment, I simply state that this happened over the summer.

 

Minley

Third time lucky. Following some extensive testing, I was pretty sure I had my new pattern sorted. Cascade 220 has something of a reputation amongst my knitting group (okay, amongst me and my friend) as the why-would-I-try-anything-else yarn. And that's a well deserved reputation.

It comes in a stupefying range of colours that is guaranteed to make the most decisive yarn buyer hesitate. It's 100% wool, so it blocks wonderfully. It's reasonably priced and I've never had problems with knots or quality. If you've not tried Cascade 220, do yourself a favour and give it a go, you won't be disappointed.

Anyway, I'd initially ordered a nice dusky purple for my final (definitely, definitely final) draft of my scarf but it was out of stock. I was pleasantly pleased with the duck-egg blue I got instead and enjoyed giving the skeins a good squish before I got started. 

As I mentioned before, the pattern is quick and in next to no time I had my final, finished scarf. And after quite a lot of fighting and testing, it was finally the right shape, the right size and generally all-over right.

The scarf is modelled here by my colleague Elspeth in front of out lovely office atrium. The photo might have looked a little better had we not suffered a fire in the office (hence the weird plasterboard hoardings onto which we have drawn fish).

So all that was left was a name. With my other patterns, that has come along with the pattern itself and that was more or less the case with this scarf. 

There's a stately home called Minley Manor in Hampshire. It's a quite remarkable building that now serves as the officers' mess attached to Gibraltar Barracks. It's a warren of hallways and contradictory architectural choices but it is stunning. The wikipedia page has a photo that hardly does the beautiful, elegant building justice. The initial house has been added to over time and things don't always add up well but the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. And I like to think the same is true of my scarf. 

As with Minley-the-house, I started with an idea and then just added things until I was finished. I don't think I could have named it anything else.

Inspiration, Friend and Foe

Who knows where ideas come from? For me, the answer is occasionally yarn.

Quite some time ago (because this is a very belated post) someone brought some spare yarn into work. I know, spare yarn. The concept is strange to me too. I took away a couple of balls of Freedom Spirit in earthy browns. I'd seen it in my local yarn store a few times and the colours interested me. What interested me more was the 100% wool content. Mmmm blocktastic.

I think it was that which made my brain cry out: "LACE!". To which my more rational mind replied: "Worsted?" But my impulsive, ambitious mind continued to cry "LACE" despite my reason's best attempt to point out that I hate lace in variegated colours.

I think it's the fact that the balls were free that gave me the freedom to try things I wouldn't have attempted with yarn I'd purchased. It's not that I always buy expensive yarn, just that it's nice to have something out of the blue that I've not already planned something for. That and the 100% wool.

I've been fascinated by the idea of lace in worsted for some time so I enthusiastically dug out my stitch dictionaries. I was particularly drawn to a German one I bought in Loop last year and quickly found something I liked. The fight to get it into a pattern I loved was long and arduous and, as it turned out, fraught with failure.

I haven't posted pictures of the resultant scarf on Ravelry because, quite frankly, it would be a cruel and humiliating offence to a perfectly good yarn. Needless to say, I learned a lot from that experiment.

The bit I was least happy with was a weird knot/cable combination that could not have worked less if I had tried. The next version of the scarf was held up primarily by my attempts to refine a 8×6 section of the pattern just before the lace joined the short row section of the scarf. I must have tried two dozen variations before I returned to my stitch dictionaries and found something that worked. More than that, it perfectly blended the two sections together.

On a spontaneous trip to Cardiff I bought some luscious Rowan Creative Focus Worsted. Soft and lovely as the yarn is, the truly remarkable thing is the gorgeous range of colours it comes in. Being single ply it was a little splitty but nowhere near what I'd expected, it comes highly recommended.

The result was this:

(thanks to my sister for modelling it)

It was very close to right. But the short row section was still on too large a needle and the points curled irritatingly as soon as I wrapped it round anything. I returned briefly to my practicing but, fortunately, both these problems were easily solved. By casting on plenty of extra stitches then decreasing every row rather than the original every-other, the cast on edge gains the extra stretch it need to wrap more flexibly (with some very pointy points).

Now with added pointy

By this point, I didn't really feel like knitting it again but, fortunately, it's extremely quick to knit so I trawled Get Knitted for exactly the right shade of Cascade 220, cursed loudly when it was out of stock, then waited patiently to start draft number three. Which I will save for another post...

The News Quiz

Last year I was lucky enough to see recordings for a sketch show and two sit coms, previously I'd seen the Now Show but last night was my first panel game.

Back in November, despairing at my chances of getting Cabin Pressure tickets, I also applied for a News Quiz recording. Months passed, it was clear I'd got nowhere with Cabin Pressure and I forgot exactly what date I'd requested for the News Quiz. It fell completely out of my mind.

So when an email arrived from the BBC a couple of weeks ago, I assumed it must be one of the newsletters I'm subscribed to. One comedy double-take later I realised my mistake. So I found a hotel bargain and booked my train tickets.

I did a little research on the internet beforehand about how early the queue starts and my paranoia soon grew. I was lucky enough to have some company last night and my "get there before 6:30" advice soon changed to "the earlier the better".

At 5pm I joined the queue and, for about 15 minutes, the queue consisted of two of us. The BBC have made some changes and they now let people in a lot earlier than the time on the ticket, something I was exceedingly grateful for considering the temperature yesterday evening.

We were let in at 5:15 but I lost out on a number 2 sticker because they'll only sticker a ticket for people who have arrived. I lingered outside with a growing band of others waiting for sisters, husbands and friends.

There was some disagreement over how best to describe Portland Place (apparently "head towards Regents Park, look for the glass building framing a church spire" is no good, the better description is "the massive building lit with blue light") but, after convincing the security guard that I definitely didn't have anything sharp - no, not even keys - we were in.

Number 20 & 21!

The biggest difference between the News Quiz and everything else I've seen is that there were no retakes. None. Not the linking bits, not cuttings, nothing. The whole recording was long, we didn't finish until 9:15 and I'm very curious to see what's made it onto tonight's show.

The panelists were Jeremy Hardy, Mark Steel (who looked like he might be coming down with something), Katy Brand and Daniel Finkelstein. It was fantastic fun and everyone in the audience enjoyed themselves no end.

I know that News Quiz tickets aren't easy to get but it comes highly recommended. I fully support Mark Steel's proposal that there must be room in the digital spectrum for a sweary version of Radio 4. Now that I've seen the sweary version of the News Quiz I just don't want to go back.