Madness, they call it madness ...

I cannot post piccies for some reason, might be because I am using a different laptop at the moment, so bear with the nonpiccy posting.

Well, the SCKC shite continues doesn't it.

It had seemed to go (ominously) quiet over on Ravelry - I don't follow many blogs at the moment so only really read ones linked via Rav, but the threads about SCKC had gone pretty silent. Presumably people have taken things down a legal route and there is little more they can say at the moment. Then a couple of people who had received refunds for zoodies (am I the only person who thinks that's a bloody silly name for a zippy up top??) also received the top - and now feel guilty for having both.

And there's the nub - the decent folk feel guilty for having received goods they ordered and the refund, whilst the person who owes a bloody fortune to people has vanished (more about her soon). Something I don't feel very comfortable about is the whole tutor fund (many reasons - one being that I certainly do not want a penny of mine to be spent on cider), and I don't like seeing these people being 'told' to donate the refund to the fund. Argh! Big fat meany, c'est moi.

Anyway, moving on. The bunnies and rainbows seem to be fading away into the mist, along with the unicorns and flutterbyes ... all is not quite pinkness and fluffy hugs. Traa la la laaaaaaa.
More and more blog posts have appeared, all with a very similar story - that the people at SCKC were brilliant, that the organisation was dreadful, that people were generally treated with incredible rudeness and arrogance, that the whole contract business beggared belief, and that payment - well, what payment?

And then reports of bizarre forms allegedly - and I stress allegedly - from the disorganiser's hubby, telling those owed dosh to pay up a million trillion dollars so they can possibly maybe one day in the unforseeable future maybe receive 56p towards what they are owed. Lordy.

BUT dear friends and cider drinkers everywhere, I have saved the best for last.
Oh yes.
Please everyone, stop posting meany things about said disorganiser, because she is upset.
Post traumatic stress - oh lordy. Offensive? Much?

As I have said elsewhere -
cannot reply to online messages
cannot reply to emails
cannot reply to phone calls
cannot reply to letters
not available in person
BUT
is upset by what is being said about her online?

WHAT! Utter fekkin madness. There is so much wrong with this - how dare ANYONE take it upon themselves to send that message to somebody? How dare anyone try to play the sympathy card after deliberately choosing to ignore every single query, complaint, question?

Good heavens, after insulting the entire British knitting population one would have thought the disorganiser might have peaked in her bid to become Knitters'Number One Bitch (KNOB) . But no, all respect to her - she has bettered it.