I give you Mr Brandon Flowers.

He wears eyeliner and plays keyboards, what choice did I have? Drool…..

Eyeliner

Dark and Moody

Over to you techie chick :-)

Last night’s gig at the O2 was good, though I’m not a big fan of arena gigs. Had a better sound and feel in a field in Reading, and a way better view.

Here’s last night’s view

Sparkly finale

And here’s the view at Reading

confeti finale - I still have some close to my heart

Gloves on way to the frozen north, love and hugs included in envelope

one to go. OK, I haven’t done the thumb yet, but you get the idea. There is some hope that Jude will get these before next winter. Actually, I’m about 3/4 of the way up the second one now, so hope springs (or winters in this case) eternal!

Fingerless mitten for Jude

How about this one then, there’s something about the celts I tell you…..dark and dangerous. Sigh.

I give you Mr Dylan Moran

And the best thing is I have tickets to see him on tour, oh yes.

Knit one, rip one

They look even more different now don’t they……

He is a presenter on the Dakar. He keeps me sane. Tonights highlights included him saying the pan pipes music they were playing over the film (well they are in Chile now) was Called “My father’s donkey is called Steve” – how random is that?

He does make me laugh…..

Well, I couldn’t leave the baggy cast off picot thingy at the top. So, here is the result of the un-cast-off and re-cast-off. Much better. See how much of the wool I reclaimed at the end – that’ll be quite a bit tighter then

In the words of The Pub Landlord “Curse these hands! Don’t look at me!”

Back to mitt the left….

baggy now not so baggy

and here’s proof, oh it looks so much smaller than the other one. Pants.

Look - see how I have got half way up!

Poor little lumpy headed bears

I’m a little calmer today, oh yes.

It’s 3:19 and not a work day, but ah well, Phil Wilding in eye liner. (He is funny and Welsh, so there’s every chance I would!)

oooh men in eye liner.........

Happy birthday bro, or Daren, or Dadge, or Dadgy-wadgy kin-kins poo-poohs ickle bro to give you your full title.

40 today!

Doesn’t seem like 5 minutes ago you were the cute, well-behaved, smiling, sleeping through the night baby that made me look *so* bad.