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CAN HAS DALEK!
um. yes. I bought stuffing off ebay and it arrived today (it is Huge, btw) and I finished the dalek I've been knitting for the last couple of weeks. Squee. It is quite squooshy, as I did not put much stuffing in, but that was for Reasons of Aesthetics, so.
Today has actually been good.
First, we went to the Glasgow Police Museum. Well, before that I got a bit lost and went too far but I realised and walked back and only freaked a little and still got there before Kevin, so, whatever. Museum. Which was cool. And the guy was very well organised, so it didn't take long to get the information for the cataloguing. And then that was the end of my volunteery day. So I went across the road to St-Andrews-in-the-Square which is an A-listed church and is open for two-and-a-half hours on Thursdays. Which was a nice coincidence. And it was pretty. And I mentioned to the two people there talking to visitors that I'd been to the museum, and then I told them why, and then I was explaining about the project.
I talked to people! Strange people! I coped! And was talk-y! And did not freak!
Anyway, then I wandered down to Jocelyn Square, only to realise I'd been there not long ago, but not realised it - it's where the last public hanging in Glasgow took place - and then back up towards the Ramshorn, because I have borrowed a book of Glasgow Graveyards and I decided I would wander. Then I realised I was close to dad's work and it was lunchtime, so I called him and he bought me lunch. Then I went to the graveyard and had a bit of a look, but it was raining a bit, and there wasn't much to see there, so onwards, and I went into the Cathedral - another place I had never been, because Glasgow is too close to do touristy things, mostly - and it is pretty impressive, and then when I came outside the sun was shining and I went and wandered the Necropolis. I couldn't find about half of the graves mentioned, and of course there's a bunch that have been vandalised, and whatnot, but it was good, and there were a few tourists and a few people walking their dogs, and lots and lots of obelisks and draped urns and crosses and things. But my feet were hurting by that point, so I only spent an hour or two there. Then I went to the shops and looked longingly at all the wool in John Lewis (I have a huge bag to get knitted, but both the projects... wait. I have three particular things I want to do, at the moment. One is going to be self-designed and vaguely fitting, so that's going to have to wait for a bit more knowledge. The other two both need fatter double-pointed needles than I have. So I'm going to go to B&Q tomorrow and see if I can find suitable sticks, because all you have to do is sharpen then sand.)
Then I came home. And there was stuffing.
And now I have a dalek!
Oh, and I dropped one of my needles into the Gap of Doom between my bed and the trunk that 'nando sits on. So. I may have to do some rearranging to find it. Dammit.
Also I have an appointment tomorrow, with my CMP, and I haven't done the homework she set me. I ought to do that now, I guess.
Instead, let me tell you about the police box! A few years ago, it was found embedded in a wall, and they knocked down bits of the wall around it and got it out, and cleaned it up, and repainted it. It is red, from 1912 - an earlier design than tardis, somewhat skinnier, but the same general idea. (Also, they proved it was originally red by doing the whole CSI thing on it. Well, the Scottish version, obviously.) Anyway. Wir mannie is up the Barras, tellin Johnny (whit does militaria) 'boot th' boaks. An' Jock whit's lookin' at stuff, Jock sez, "See th' yaird tha' boaks wiz back intae? Tha' wis ma granpaw's. Ah ustae play in yon boaks." And when he was a teenager, he took the phone out of that box. And he still had it in his garage. And he wondered if the museum would like it? *raises eyebrow* I have to admit, I was stuck in the fannish groove - police box! junk yard! (I think it was actually a mechanic's, or something, but...) And from the street it just looked like part of the wall. A strange cast-iron part, sure, but flush with the brick.
Also there's a bit of Rudolf Hess's plane. Kind of like the petrol flap from a car.
And he says there's stuff from every country. He told us about meeting the Police Commissioner in the Bahamas.
Oh! and one of the really early policewomen had my surname. Probably not a connection, it's not uncommon, but still exciting.
Right. Now I have to go think about being depressed. Bugger.
um. yes. I bought stuffing off ebay and it arrived today (it is Huge, btw) and I finished the dalek I've been knitting for the last couple of weeks. Squee. It is quite squooshy, as I did not put much stuffing in, but that was for Reasons of Aesthetics, so.
Today has actually been good.
First, we went to the Glasgow Police Museum. Well, before that I got a bit lost and went too far but I realised and walked back and only freaked a little and still got there before Kevin, so, whatever. Museum. Which was cool. And the guy was very well organised, so it didn't take long to get the information for the cataloguing. And then that was the end of my volunteery day. So I went across the road to St-Andrews-in-the-Square which is an A-listed church and is open for two-and-a-half hours on Thursdays. Which was a nice coincidence. And it was pretty. And I mentioned to the two people there talking to visitors that I'd been to the museum, and then I told them why, and then I was explaining about the project.
I talked to people! Strange people! I coped! And was talk-y! And did not freak!
Anyway, then I wandered down to Jocelyn Square, only to realise I'd been there not long ago, but not realised it - it's where the last public hanging in Glasgow took place - and then back up towards the Ramshorn, because I have borrowed a book of Glasgow Graveyards and I decided I would wander. Then I realised I was close to dad's work and it was lunchtime, so I called him and he bought me lunch. Then I went to the graveyard and had a bit of a look, but it was raining a bit, and there wasn't much to see there, so onwards, and I went into the Cathedral - another place I had never been, because Glasgow is too close to do touristy things, mostly - and it is pretty impressive, and then when I came outside the sun was shining and I went and wandered the Necropolis. I couldn't find about half of the graves mentioned, and of course there's a bunch that have been vandalised, and whatnot, but it was good, and there were a few tourists and a few people walking their dogs, and lots and lots of obelisks and draped urns and crosses and things. But my feet were hurting by that point, so I only spent an hour or two there. Then I went to the shops and looked longingly at all the wool in John Lewis (I have a huge bag to get knitted, but both the projects... wait. I have three particular things I want to do, at the moment. One is going to be self-designed and vaguely fitting, so that's going to have to wait for a bit more knowledge. The other two both need fatter double-pointed needles than I have. So I'm going to go to B&Q tomorrow and see if I can find suitable sticks, because all you have to do is sharpen then sand.)
Then I came home. And there was stuffing.
And now I have a dalek!
Oh, and I dropped one of my needles into the Gap of Doom between my bed and the trunk that 'nando sits on. So. I may have to do some rearranging to find it. Dammit.
Also I have an appointment tomorrow, with my CMP, and I haven't done the homework she set me. I ought to do that now, I guess.
Instead, let me tell you about the police box! A few years ago, it was found embedded in a wall, and they knocked down bits of the wall around it and got it out, and cleaned it up, and repainted it. It is red, from 1912 - an earlier design than tardis, somewhat skinnier, but the same general idea. (Also, they proved it was originally red by doing the whole CSI thing on it. Well, the Scottish version, obviously.) Anyway. Wir mannie is up the Barras, tellin Johnny (whit does militaria) 'boot th' boaks. An' Jock whit's lookin' at stuff, Jock sez, "See th' yaird tha' boaks wiz back intae? Tha' wis ma granpaw's. Ah ustae play in yon boaks." And when he was a teenager, he took the phone out of that box. And he still had it in his garage. And he wondered if the museum would like it? *raises eyebrow* I have to admit, I was stuck in the fannish groove - police box! junk yard! (I think it was actually a mechanic's, or something, but...) And from the street it just looked like part of the wall. A strange cast-iron part, sure, but flush with the brick.
Also there's a bit of Rudolf Hess's plane. Kind of like the petrol flap from a car.
And he says there's stuff from every country. He told us about meeting the Police Commissioner in the Bahamas.
Oh! and one of the really early policewomen had my surname. Probably not a connection, it's not uncommon, but still exciting.
Right. Now I have to go think about being depressed. Bugger.