“But the wind goes right through you,
It’s no place for the old,”


It’s bloomin’ freezing at the mo! πŸ™‚ I’m sat with two jumpers and a fleece on, but I’m still feeling the cold. Then again, I’ve always been a bit of a nesh* bugger πŸ™‚ There’s talk about a little snow – well, actually quite a lot of snow – according to the weather, but I won’t be digging out my snowshoes just yet.

(Ed: a propensity for feeling the cold – for the benefit of our overseas readers πŸ˜€ )

Like a good bonfire, I find snow rather magical. Yes, I know technically speaking there’s nothing special about frozen water falling in unique fractal shapes πŸ˜› It’s more than the land is transformed from what you see when you look out of the window to something fresh and so new. Plus, snow swallows sound and the world feels different. Perhaps I wouldn’t be in such a good mood if I had to go to work in it. πŸ™‚

So, are you all sorted for Christmas? Here at Chez Jones we’re just about done. Just a few small items to get – which we can do via the supermarket – and we’re good to go. Just the wrapping to sort out then. That’ll be a task and a half. Still, with a few tunes on the MP3 player, the time will go by quick enough. Mind you, this time next week it’ll all be over. I hope you get (and have given) something nice.

I’m hopeful that Mrs Jones will enjoy her lot this Christmas. That’s not to say that she doesn’t normally, far from it, but there’s always that little wedge of doubt: is this any good? Will she be happy with X? Still, if I didn’t care, maybe that would be a sign of a) being a smug pillock or b) not caring – and that’s simply not true. (Ed: or (c) – both πŸ˜›).

Maybe it’s a trans thing, but I don’t mind looking through the racks of skirts and tops, or at the seemingly endless variety of slap – sorry, make-up – that I could buy Mrs Jones. Actually, putting it like that, it must be a trans thing πŸ™‚ While browsing, I did find a very cute dark red skirt (in the sale too!), although it was – *honestly* – only in my size. That did go in the shopping basket. A bit naughty, but I did buy two extra gifts to cover it.

That leads me on to something Alex (thanks misses!) posted this week about entitled What is Gender? The source is from a specialist – at least to my untrained eye – and makes for very interesting reading. Well, it is if you like that type of thing. I know I do. πŸ™‚ A number of bits had me nodding and thinking about friends and also myself. The idea that elements of who you are will shine through – the old cliche of the truth will out. That and when you can start to be yourself, the feeling of being at ease with who you are, drives you onwards. The old analogy of a dam and a torrent of water bursting out springs to mind. After all that time couped up, you want to be free. Of course, there’s a price for that freedom, but such is life. Sometimes it’s compromise, sometimes you lose people. I guess it comes down to how badly you want to be you.
I think I know where I stand now: I’m somewhere in between the two poles and that’s not necessarily a bad place. While articles like the above won’t give you all the answers, I find comfort in them. I find that there’s a reason for my behaviour. I’m this way because of Nature, it’s not any one’s fault. If there’s no fault, then there can be no blame. If there is no blame, should there be any guilt?

So that’s me done for another week and as next Friday it’ll all be over bar the turkey sarnies, may I wish you all a very merry Christmas. I hope you get something nice in your stocking (sheer or otherwise πŸ˜€ ) and if you’re troubled at all, you find a bit of festive peace coming your way.

Merry Christmas,

[ Today’s lyric: Fairytale of New York by The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl ]


  1. Thanks first Lynn for the Pogues tribute. Truly one of the seasons great songs.

    I had a quick look at the linked article. Will find the time perhaps on Stephens day to really tuck into it. Makes sense, as does your analysis. No blame, and so the harm is ours to manage.

    Happy Christmas to all at the Jones residence. Enjoy listening to the snow…

  2. Petra: A modern classic? It's certainly one I don't get tired of when I hear it. The differences between their vocal styles is great… IMO.

    It's quite a long article, but I think it's worth going through when you have the time. If nothing else you can disagree with it πŸ™‚

    PS: Thanks and festive greetings to you and Mrs B.

  3. The snow. The music. The, well, everything. I love this time of year, and with a blanket of white snow over the ground is just beutiful!

    Merry Christmas and all the best for 2010!


    PS: One of the best Christmas songs ever πŸ™‚

  4. Stace: I'm on board with that comment. There's something very special about the run up to Christmas…. even the wrapping up πŸ™‚

    Good luck with the out-laws over Hogmanay. πŸ˜€

  5. Ah crap, it's that time of the year again, isn't it? I suppose that'll mean another visit on Christmas Eve from those three depressing ghosts that have been bugging me for the last decade or so (sheesh, am I getting sick of those guys!); another plutonium pellet* from Satan… er I mean Santa in my Christmas stocking; and another last-minute midnight raid on an unguarded building site to procure the bricks I always give as Christmas presents to family and friends. I swear, next year I'm going to spend the festive season holidaying in Yemen or somewhere else where they don't celebrate Christmas!

    Bah humbug and all of that.


    *Lumps of coal were becoming so passe. This is the Nuclear Age after all!

  6. Zosimus: 'Fraid so. The clue is it being December and all πŸ™‚ Enjoy your humbugging and do be careful wrapping those bricks. Don't break a nail now! πŸ˜€

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