We’ve been having an ongoing problem at Wieden +Kennedy with people using the outside of our building as a convenient (for them) place to throw their rubbish. This looks horrible, smells worse, encourages vermin, is an offence and downright disrespectful. We don’t like it.

We have contacted the council numerous times. As the rubbish is on our property and a whole four inches from the pavement it’s not their responsibility. So we have to arrange for the removal of other people’s rubbish which is a bit annoying really.

So in frankly scary bit of Orwellian surveillance, we set up Rubbishcam to catch the culprit/s. Here is the first bit of footage.

Why someone thinks it’s ok to chuck rubbish in our window when there is a large bin a few yards away is beyond us. Shame on you, you know who you are.

We’re watching you!

We’re learning to knit.
We’re going to start by trying to knit little squares to make a
patch-work quilt for our sofas upstairs and then move onto scarves and
hats for our pets. We’ll have lovely pots of tea, knit one, pearl one,
eat chocolates and have a good bitch.

That was the plan anyway.

After today, the plan is
simply to get one row of stitches down that looks decent. And maybe by
the end of term a small patchwork quilt for a doll’s house. And
eventually free up some cells for bitchin’. Our stichin was so bad, we
didn’t even get around to that bit.

I’d forgotten just how
fiddly knitting is when you first do it. It’s so fiddly, we’ve lost our
only boy. But if little old ladies can do it so can we. This time next
year we’ll be onto jumpers. With designs.

Come back Sam, we need you.

Lisa, The Knitting Teacher. 
(Any ideas on how to teach people to knit or cool projects we can do very welcome.)

A student (Penny) adds:

I was a complete sceptic, put off by the
supposed trendy connotations of knitting, but after a bit of harassment
I went along, probably more for the chocolates and the bitching if I am
entirely honest.

After about 5 minutes I was completely
frustrated, it would appear that I had two left hands and as a result
was incapable of holding wool, needles and moving them all at the same
time.  Ready to chuck down my needles and flounce out, Lisa explained
for the 15th time how you were supposed to make a stitch and after
moaning at Sophie for a bit who was happily knitting away, I actually
managed to get it.  After that, it all changed, I became obsessed.
Trying to get my stitches as neat as possible I kept unravelling bits I
had all ready done because they were too messy.

I’m still a bit of a sceptic, but I will
be there next week (there are chocolates after all), and I think I
might even enjoy the knitting a bit too.