I’m a Carlisle lass (mott, bird, bewer, bint for a more local reference) born and bred.
Although I must admit, I never have been an avid football fan. When I lived at home I never followed the local team, Carlisle United, or went to any of the matches. I only know who the owner of the Club is because of a good old juicy sex scandal that was hot gossip for a while.
Shameful I know. In my defense I did have far more important things to be doing with my time, such as fake tanning, straightening my hair with an iron (an actual iron, my hair does not live to tell the tale… seriously, what a dick), spin drinking Smirnoff ice and finally smoking Lambert and Butler behind Aldi (to name one of the more polite activities).
These were all very important life experiences that played a huge part in my personal development, without which I might never have flourished into the polite and graceful woman that I am today.
So I kind of missed the whole football thing (I’m also partly blaming my dad for this, who hates football and would much rather go to a Lily Allen concert where he can pogo in a mosh pit and give himself shin splints. No comment).
To my surprise, I was thrilled when I was recently commissioned to knit a CUFC cushion. Full of hometown pride, I unearthed my bonkers CD (Hixxy & Sharkey mix of course), lacquered on the Rimmel, dusted off my glow sticks and set up the knitting machine.
And here it is!
Note that is NOT fake tan on the edge of the photo. It’s a jazzy filter. Just to be clear.
Although I probably still would never go and see Carlisle United play (live or on telly), I was extremely proud to be ‘making‘ one for the team.
Love and kisses to all my fellow Lisle folk