Year: 2007

Hi kids, No deep journey into the soul tonight, my brain feels like it’s ready to shutdown. With a bit of luck, maybe I can coax a little more activity out of it. We had a consultant in at work. To those of you who have had the pleasure, you’ll know all about Death By Powerpoint and the 2pm graveyard shift. You know, that bit where the animal part of your brain – which is being completely underused – kicks off with ‘food eaten. now sleep.’ It’s touch and go then until it’s time for tea and biscuits. Somewhere in the dead zone, I found myself pondering something far more intereting than the security workshop. Okay, yes, it was clothing […]

Hiya, I have stared at the white white box that is the Blogger Editor. Left it and come back to it. Put off the thought that creatively, I’m dry. But, no, it’s not about wit or ‘having something to say(tm)’ – it’s about effort or drive. It’s not all lipstick, heels, self-doubt and elation – other things go on my life too. To that end, I’m having a lull in the Trans Force. I think it may because we moving towards that time of year where the trnas genes begin to slow down. They never turn off – after all, they make us who we are – but they do go quiet. For example, on Wednesday I was in town […]

Hey, Good weekend? I hope so. Fabby weather! AGM Last week’s meeting was a bit different. We had an Annual General Meeting. You can tell it was important because it had capital letters (Ed: English is just an nationality to you, isn’t it Lynn?). Anyhoo, it went rather well (IMO). I had a bit of a wardrobe dilema over what to wear. In the end, I went for my hippy skirt (brown + tie dye), a biscuit coloured top, the usual fishnets (not back on to plain yet) and my favourite heels (not sure about flats yet). Someone said I looked like a secretary, which made me laugh! Maybe I’ll take a photo in to the admin team at work […]

Hi kids, No lyric today, although to be honest The Smiths or The Manic Street Preachers could have provided suitable material. Today’s title is from Mary Ann Evans, or to use her homme name [wink], George Elliot. Hmmm, a guy pretending to be a woman quoting a female author with a male pen name. Coo, post-modern eh? 🙂 Don’t be fooling into thinking I’m well read – I’m just quick with a search engine. I don’t know what I find interesting about quotes or sound bites (to use a modern term). Perhaps it’s the joy of language. Talking of which, a couple of posts ago I had a bit of cod Polari and after leafing through a few sites on […]

Yesterday I felt rage. All day I could feel it building, simmering underneath the social veneer like an animal pacing against the bars of a cage. I don’t like to be angry, it’s not good for me. You say things you don’t really mean and everyone gets hurt. I like calm; you can think things through rather than blurting out the first thing that roars from your subconscious. It wasn’t anything anyone had said to me, nor something I had or hadn’t done. Just a combination of little events that when coupled together built into something less than pleasant. No, actually that’s not really true. If I’m honest, I was angry because I couldn’t help H. She was ill and […]

So were you glued to the box Tuesday night watching Leia, Kim and Sue try their hardest for the big pagent? If you missed it, maybe 4OD can help you out. I won’t spoil the ending. What I will say is that the programme is more – and forgive the cliche – about the journey rather than the destination. To be honest, I found the pagent thing a little weird and if it’s anything like Miss World is now, there’s a lot more politics involved. The start of the programme on ‘being a TV’ if you will, was (IMO) very good. It rang a few bells with me and I found myself nodding in agreement to some of the soundbites […]