Quite exciting game. Can’t see the losers ending the season with the coach or Q-back feeling secure about their jobs though. Both were 0-3 so somebody had to win, eh?
I like going to games where I don’t have to back my team but can rather clap and shout for whatever team makes a good play. We two Pats fans (me in my pink Sox cap, Himself in his number 12 jersey) sat amidst the two playing teams’ fans, some Amsterdam Admiral-jacketed lads, a Packer fan to my immediate left and (sigh) a Jets fan. Oh well. Takes all sorts.
While waiting in the line/queue for women’s security, two lovely Steeler fans commented on the size of the backpack of the Vikings fan in front of them. It clearly (pun intended) broke the new NFL rules on size and opacity. They politely asked her if she knew of the new NFL regulations (a slip with those very rules was included in your ticket pack, and any foreign players’ fan group who booked blocks of tickets would have had the same information) and she snapped back — English clearly not her first language — that she always carried a bag that size to games. These two gals, really only trying to be polite, showed her their tiny clutches and said those and the clear 12’’/6’’/12’’ approved bags bags (a woman in the next line, hearing this, held up her official bag) were all she could take in. This rude woman showed them her back.
To diffuse the tension, I informed the girls — and anyone carrying the proper bags within earshot — that I’d received a T-master email a week or so before the game with some very confusing info about the ‘Olympic’ rules being in place for bags plus the fact that the tickets and info sent out were in English and any foreigners who come to these games might not have the grasp of the language or bothered to read the slip or consult the NFL site for further clarification as needed.
After going through the turnstiles, everyone was ‘wanded’ and if you had a bag, you moved to the side to have it checked. Cursory glances were being made by the Wembley staff and the woman with the backpack simply walked by the bag check table. No security person made a move to stop her.
Since Himself was in a longer boy line, I watched as woman after woman — and man after man — was let through with decidedly out of bounds bags. Big messenger bags for some of the boys, along with plastic carrier bags of food and tins too.
I’d gone with giving Himself my wallet and half a blister pack of some tablets I am currently taking to put in the zip pockets of his golf kagool. Frankly, not having to look after a bag was kind of nice. I might very well keep to that plan for the next two NFL games we’ll see this season. (Or I’ll just spring for one of the regulation totes at the game end of this month. Himself has said he’s buying me a Vince top. I said only if it comes in pink. Poor guy).
What I WILL be doing later today is writing the NFL about Wembley’s casual disregard for the new rules. We aren’t going to the second of the International Series so I won’t be able to see if they crack down; however, we must consider a). the inherent British unwillingness to make a fuss over anything, b). language barriers and c). the fact there are a lot of part-time, filling space people who work these games and they probably were not informed of the NFL rules — or simply didn’t care to implement them (see ‘a’).
Himself flew back up to work Monday morning dead early but I stayed to meet up with a very old friend and — a bit later in the day — a most delightful new one. I was in the market for knits for travel clothes and went with a very targeted list:
My pal of many years Mrs. J. took charge in her posh voice and asked as we entered each shop where knits and jerseys could be found — I think she wanted to make sure two ‘tourists’ were not taken advantage of! Mrs. N and I are serious International Women of Mystery (as we headed for our respective lines to get us back to where we needed to be we discussed how much we liked the very well laid out and sensible Tokyo underground) so that amused us both to no end. Mrs. N is a knitter but she outbought me on fabric by a country mile! Well, she also quilts and sews.
Like any of us do ONE thing.
(Separated at birth, we two: she brought a quilt over in her luggage for the people whose flat she and her husband borrowed so had plenty of room for fabric for the trip back. IWOMs are know for their practical packing abilities).
I bought at Universal, Fabric World and Toni but we also stopped in to Classic, A-One, Fabric House, Alanaka Textiles and A-Z. I’d go back to just about any one. We were greeted in some way at every shop, there were some kind of silly lines (‘looking costs nothing on Mondays’/‘four per metre, but 3.99 for you’ being my two favorite) and the prices were quite good compared to what one would pay in the city centre. Prices were rarely displayed, but asking costs you nothing.
I had three tops, a dress and a twin set on my list and got everything I wanted except for one of the top patterns. I’d hoped to find more print knits, but strips and spots prevailed and of the few prints Mrs. N. spotted for me at one of the last shops, none went with the fabric I bought or had in The Stash. ‘Course, with the craft room studio in its current messy state, there’s work in there to tackle before I can get back to sewing.
I’m usually in the old stomping grounds with Himself on the weekends but not all Goldhawk shops are open on a Saturday so I need to do further research on who opens when. Must make all (okay: most) of those before I buy more fabric.
Next trip won’t be nearly as fun without Mrs. J. and Mrs. N though….