Month: March 2009

Hi, This week I feel like I’ve been dragging my sorry ass through what seemed like a desert of tedium. I don’t know where that is on the planet, geography was never a strong point of mine, but I’m guessing it’s somewhere were it’s hotter than a clingfilm catsuit. Wow, those last two words are really going to throw my input from Google 🙂 But over the top drama and negativity aside, I’ve had a few patches of welcome shade and comfort in the last week or so (Ed: don’t oversell the metaphor, Lynn). Firstly, my little girl has learned to wave. Sure, she won’t win an award for that, but it’s a parent thing. 🙂 I’ve still got a […]

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Hey y’all, A slow week this week – which makes for a nice change. So… umm… not much to say really :-)Not that that’ll stop me. I am a blogger 😛 While poking around this blog, I stumbled upon the Blogger news feed. I don’t know if you read that feed or not, there’s an entry about Plinky. Not a person or the sound a coin makes when dropped in a jar, but a web site that asks you a question in case you’ve got blogger’s block. When I looked the neural prod was: name a book that changed your mind or opened your eyes. Well, I used to read. Not quite as voraciously as other people I knew but […]

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Hi, Considering it was Friday the 13th today, things have been pretty good. I dropped Wee Man off at school – suitably equipped for Comic Relief – and after a hug goodbye, I drove off into the glorious Spring sunshine. Ahhh, that weather’s a welcome change: the warmth of the sun on your face and a lovely blue sky. Good stuff. Yesterday was Going Out Night and I thought it went pretty well (Ed: Brit understatement). The group had a visit from a lady called Debbie who’d come along to do a photoshoot. To be honest with you, I hadn’t planned on having my photo taken. I’d only brought one outfit (yes – unusual for a trans person, but there […]

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Hi,How’s things with you? All Cool and the Gang I hope.As I walked through the warm Spring sunshine my mind, as ever, started to drift. A young lady crossed the road in front of me, heels springing her across the road (not literally) in a way that seemed effortlessly glamorous. How do some women do that? Practice maybes. Anyways, her black on black office outfit reminded me of a night at Chams a few months ago and when that thought drifted into my head: what if people at work knew? I pushed it away not wanting to tempt Fate.Skip back a few weeks and the Nottingham Chameleons got an email from a local paper asking if they could come and […]

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