Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

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shelves.’ ‘We need a sink strainer. And an ice cream scoop.’ He nods. ‘Hey, d’you know what that chick in front’s doing?’ ‘Iknow,’saysSuzie,relieved. ‘She’s boogy-woogying.’ Jasper’s eyes open. ‘What?’ ‘Boogy-woogying in her seat? Hip hop, most like. She’s got the same ringtone as Mum put – ’ ‘She’s knitting,’ he says, interrupting a bit aggressively. ‘Wha…? Knitting? You’re not serious.’ ‘Wehada cool natter about yarn-bombing, about Dave Cole and Magda Sayeg and Ming-Yi Sung.’ ‘What, she’s a guerilla

knitter?’ ‘She’s never heard of any of ’em. Never even heard of soft sculpture.’ ‘Really? How surprising,’ Suzie says, in a tone that is almost a sneer (to her surprise). Neither had Jasper heard of them this time last year, until he read that article in art press . ‘You know what she said? She said it keeps her soul warm. And your feet, I suggested, cos she’s doing this sock, this really cool long sock. She shrugged. But she doesn’t look the type to knit just for knitting’s sake. She’s in telly. Her boss is a producer. Crap daytime TV. He must be gay. They’re all gay in daytime telly. It’s like, y’know, this camp thing? Like Escape to the Country ? Totally beyond trash?’

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