Noctorum Knitters vs. Bebbington Bobbins!

11:38am Wednesday 24th October 2007

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Richard watched the rugby, (England vs. South Africa). At least he said he was. He doesn't generally snore whilst awake.

However, if I had switched the vile machine off (or turned it down) he'd have opened his eyes and insisted he was thoroughly enjoying the game.

I have no idea what these men were doing, other than running after a ball then throwing themselves into a big heap. There seemed to be a lot of shoving and pushing, and a fair amount of bellowing - though I have no idea what they were rabbiting on about....

Sport is peculiar. I have never understood it - or wanted to, actually. An awful lot of people disagree with me, obviously. That's ok. If you wish to pay upwards of £50 for a spectacularly ugly t-shirt or a silly foam hat, that is entirely your choice to do so.

Imagine if knitting was promoted in a similar way to football or cricket or rubgy. Our Wirral streets might be flooded with drunken grannies chanting, "Knit one, purl one! Knit one, purl one!"

Would crochet teams struggle to pull as big a crowd as the macrame league? Would tiddley-wicks be debated in Parliament for encouraging a nation of bad backs? Would origame be condemned for being environmentally unfriendly (due to folding all that paper)? And who couldn't sit entranced before the international finals of Snap?

Imagine the names of our local teams: Bebington Bobbins; Noctorum Knitters; Prenton Patchworkers....