Yarnstorm the Ninth: Wall of Wonderland
The Yarn Corps were beginning to get very tired of sitting on the South Bank, and of having nothing to do.
They were considering (as well as they could, for the hot day made them feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of knitting something sneaky would be worth the trouble of getting up and finding the yarn, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by them.
Read MoreYarnstorm the Eighth: Nutcracker Knitmare before Christmas
Twas the Knit before Christmas in cold London Town, Where a lone ballerina was cast with a frown, Yet she was not long for her knitless despair, For Knit the City’s Yarn Corps soon would be there… See the full tale soon. Scary Stitchmas, London KTC...
Read MoreYarnstorm the Seventh: Gate of Ghouls
Come closer, mortals, we wish to tell you a tale of tube-flavoured terror… Knit the City have a special love for underground London. In our formative days each of us were beckoned into shady underground doorways by our mysterious hooded mentor. There we were relentlessly trained in ways of the yarnstorm while we spent our days and nights in Knit the City’s secret underground wool-lined bunker. Pay heed to the woolly warning of the Gate of Ghouls, good people of London. You never know what is looking up when you’re not looking down… For Halloween tales of...
Read MoreYarnstorm on Screen: Oranges and Lemons Odyssey – the movie
Once in a lifetime a film comes along that will touch your heart, make you laugh till tea comes out of your nose, make you cry till you get a dehydration headache, and make you wish that you could live you life again and do it alllllll so differently that world peace ensued and all famine was wiped out.
This is not that film.
But it is pretty freaking cool.
Read MoreThe footsore tale of the Oranges and Lemons Odyssey
Once upon a time there were six lonely, grey and stony churches dotted around a giant city of concrete and commuters. These churches had history, they had lived in the city for many years, and long ago someone had thought so much of them they had written them into a nursery rhyme and made their singing bells the stars.
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