The unseen architects of the recent Tottenham riot have finally been exposed. From the strangely scented sitting room of a quiet residential address, less than a mile from the epicentre of one Britain’s worst peacetime disturbances, the relentless unmistakable clicking still continues.
“It was strange really, there were all these fires but it was still cold…our ears were always cold” mumbles one of the four figures huddled round the small table at the centre of a room littered with needles. Another one joins in “We lost everything you see… shoes, clothes, the piano…but worst of all our hats…we had to do something”.
Indeed some members of Shacklewell Knitting Circle are still haunted by memories of the blitz and the profound effect it had on their lives. Since then, they have devoted every other Thursday between 6pm and 7.45pm to their craft.
“We had to you see, we lost everything…it was so cold…our ears were so cold”
Since that time the ‘circle’ has produced thousands of black balaclavas to give away.
“At first after the war everybody wanted one, but things gradually slowed down until the early 1970’s”
Another voice joins the chat “We were busy for quite a few years after that…until that nice Irish gentlemen stopped coming round, but with no cold war and global warming and all that, we nearly stopped altogether. We had so many, we started giving them to the children you see. It was lovely to see them all running around on the television last week wearing our balaclavas, we felt so proud. Even though there were plenty of fires, it must have been cold at that time of night…but I bet their ears were warm”