Ben Fletcher, the master of mohair, is back . Join Ben for another hilarious misadventure, involving some overly eager Knitting Expo representatives, suspicious men in dark suits, some potential trouble from the Mob, a mix-up of epic proportions with Megan .

Get ready for some angora management The master of mohair is back! Fresh from his triumph at Knit Fair UK, Ben Fletcher has now been invited to New York to take part in another competition, and his imagination is already working overtime: diners, romantic strolls in Central Park with his girlfriend Megan, and epic knitting! But Megan mysteriously pulls out, so Ben is forced to take his mate Gex - wannabe gangsta and major liability. Things are starting to go wrong already... Is Megan cheating on Ben? And can he last a week without wanting to push a knitting needle up Gex's nose?

There was a knock at the door. It was the TV licensing people. 'You guys again!' Gex said. 'We still haven't received your licence fee,' the man said. 'We know you have a telly.' 'Yeah, we got a telly,' Gex said. 'But like I told you, it don't work, innit.' 'Can you prove that, sir?' 'Not personally,' Gex said. 'But, tell you what. If you can make the telly work. I'll give you the cash.' So the man came in and discovered that Gex was telling the truth. His telly hasn't worked for ages. The man went back out to his van and came back with his toolkit. We carried on chatting while the man took the back off Gex's telly. It's the largest telly I've ever seen and completely obscures the window in Gex's front room. Gex's dad bought it off a Polish truck driver, who said it came from Russia. It worked for a couple of weeks, giving off a bit of blue smoke, and then it stopped. 'Do you wanna come to Wicked wiv me and Joz and Freddie on Saturday?' Gex asked me. 'No, I'll be in New York on Saturday.' 'In Basingstoke?' 'What? No. Not New York Nite Club! I mean the real New York. In America.' His mouth dropped. 'Sick, man. Like with gangs and drugs and drive-by shootings?' 'Well, I think they've cleaned up most of the crime problem . . . ' 'Like in The Wire?' 'That was Baltimore. I'll be in New York.' 'Like The Sopranos?' 'That was New Jersey, I'll be in Manhattan.' 'Like in Gangs of New York?' 'Um, or maybe like a less violent film set in Manhattan?' 'Like what - Kick Ass?' Gex suggested. 'More like Maid in Manhattan,' I said wearily. 'You watch way too many chick flicks, dude,' Gex said. 'How many is too many?' 'One.' 'Look, do you want to come or not? I asked, a bit narked. Gex stood and held out a grimy hand which I took, not entirely without hesitation. 'I'm there, blud,' he said. 'Awesome.' I tried to feel happy that I'd finally found someone to take to New York. I tried really hard.