We’ll start cheerful, despite the weather and the news – I’ve got the Barrister’s Wig pattern. Helen and I have a date for a pub lunch today, followed not so much by a Yarn Crawl as a Happy Hour at K1 Yarns. I don’t suppose even they stock horsehair (which I believe is traditionally used for barristers’ wigs) but I’ll find something and get to work tonight.
This happy outcome is due to Shan who a) energetically pursued the designer, who was therefore properly paid last night; and b) remembered a conversation on the subject with her last summer and wrote me a detailed description of the process, in case the pattern failed to arrive in time.
And Karen found that she had the pattern, and sent me a copy. So I’m well provided, and it’s all perfectly legal and above-board, and I’m very happy.
A few more rows of Princess were navigated successfully yesterday. The 46-row pattern repeat at least ensures that there are significant milestones on this long journey. I’m at about row 30 of the 6th repeat just at the moment – in the end, there will be 13.7 of them. But never forget the drip, drip, drip of extra stitches – I’m nowhere near half-way through, knitting-wise.
I was disappointed with Obama’s response yesterday – I think McCain did better. But I gather Obama made an important speech about Wall Street last March; maybe he’ll return to the subject in the next couple of days.
Memory here is imperfect, but what follows is essentially right.
In this country, believe it or not, political parties are not allowed to buy advertising time on television. They are, instead, assigned small packages of air time, quite frequently during an election period and occasionally at other times. All British television viewers are skilled at seizing the zapper when the announcer says, “Here is a Party Political Broadcast on behalf of the…”
In the months when Mrs Thatcher was head of the Conservative party but not yet Prime Minister, bad things happened. Strikes, the three-day week, rubbish piling up in the streets. It happened to be time for a Conservative PPB at a point when something really bad was going on, a strike, probably. She tossed aside whatever the PR boys had prepared for the broadcast and went on television live, behaving as if she had called us all into the headmistress’ study: “This really won’t do.”
Like her or loathe her, it was a defining moment.
And it was something like that I was hoping for from Obama yesterday. But if Mr Paulson and Mr Bernacke don’t know what to say, it’s asking a lot of him.