My latest passion, if you can call it that, is knitting (hence 'Granny Pants').
As a gift for our first Christmas together as husband and wife, my husband made the rookie mistake of getting me a beginner's knitting kit for Christmas. Oh the fool. I was a bit displeased with this, although that was mainly down to me having spent quite a lot of money on him (including a day out paintballing for him and 3 friends) and the comparison of our gift ratio didn't quite balance out.
To show him the error of his ways I endeavoured to learn this ancient craft and along with realising that you can't actually knit Shreddies (damn TV and its lies!) I developed the theory that I'd spend all my time knitting, so as to not have a free moment to touch him in any way (i.e. a jokey punishment for a bit of a naff gift).
I think I proved my point, but this of course backfired on to me and I am now hooked. Long gone are the evenings of sitting with my hands perfectly still; now I'm rarely without those two needles in my grasp.
I must add that it's something I do enjoy, particularly as it's a hobby you can do while focusing on something else; even if it's just watching a film. I'll do it sitting anywhere - sofa, train, bus ... toilet.