How’s things? For those of you in the UK, I hope that you’ve not been caught in any of the fallout from the looting. Yes, I did saying looting; IMO it’s not a protest when you’re taking goods from shops or setting fire to buildings…. while people are in them. Compared to London and other major cities, Nottingham wasn’t too badly affected. Yes, there was a fire bomb attack on a police station – note that it was a small community office, which no doubt made it seem like an easy target. Luckily, no-one was hurt and arrests were made. I honestly don’t know what the attackers were thinking.
Perhaps like a lot of people, I wonder how sections of our society have arrived at a world view where they feel they are able to do such vile deeds. No doubt, various proverbial fingers will be pointed – upbring, celeb culture, lack of role models, single mothers, government cuts, compensation culture, an inflated sense of entitlement – but really, will that do any good? Is there something now endemic within the British psyche and if there is, how do we get rid of it? My fears – other than it could happen again, is the other side of the coin: the crackdown against it. It wasn’t so long ago I read a magazine article from a civil rights campaigner who was warning about we Brits selling our rights away over the terrorist threat. Yet, here we are, post-unrest and there’s talk about new laws to shut down social media and messaging systems. I can’t say I’m overly impressed with the idea of the latter. It seems too heavy handed and as I work in IT, locking a system off isn’t easy.
Ponder, ponder, ponder…
Despite all of the above, generally speaking, I tend to shy away from commenting on events in the wide world. I suppose my feeling is there are enough people who write about said history / events and anything I add is pretty much going to be through my own personal bias. I should add that there’s nothing wrong with the latter, after all, isn’t that part of the point of the Internet; that you can talk about pretty much anything? Maybe there’s another element to it, one that I keep this little ol’ blog just about trans stuff and yours truly. A shallow monument to my ego? Possibly 😉 That or an interactive record of what goes on for trans folk here and there. With most things, the truth lies somewhere between.
It being the second Thursday in the month, it was time for a visit to Nottingham Chameleons. Luckily, the weather had cooled somewhat and in fact, I saw a number of office ladies in thick tights and boots in certain cases. Not having to worry about the heat too much, I opted for jeans, heels and a suitable top. Me being me, I did pack two pairs of jeans – one set of dark blue skinnies, the other a pair of white straight legged ones. Top-wise, I wasn’t 100% decided, so in went a few and I put two pairs of shoes in as well.
While I could decide on the skinnies, I couldn’t quite decide on a top. Having got their early and done my slap first, it meant that as other folk arrived (Pat, Gaynor and Alison), they had use of the large mirror if they wanted it. I had a brief malfunction in the nail varnish department. I had bought what I’d hoped to be a toffee coloured polish, but once on – and as Alison said – it wasn’t really me. Funny how some shades look really good on some folk, but on another, they’re no good.
The evening itself was more subdued than the party atmosphere from last time. To be honest, I like the fact that the group doesn’t revolve around having to have loud music and a theme every week. It let me catch up with friends after all. Emma and Sam decided to pop by, so it was good to catch up with both of them. Sophie had brought cakes along, although with yours truly being on a diet – and one that’s working (yay!) – willpower did manage to win out and I only had two choccie biccies. The diet? Well, the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones said she wanted to tone up a little, so dutiful husband that I am, I’ve tried to fit in with the new approach to mealtimes and dog walking duties. To be honest, I feel much healthier, fitter and – shallow mare than I am – my clothes fit much better…. both sets. 😉
In other Chams news, there’s plans for a Bring & Buy next time and Pat’s been trying to line up a visit from a local underwear retailer. That’s likely to be October and the vendor has said he’ll knock a few quid off the Internet prices, because we won’t need postage on them.
The night wound down to a close and after the obligatory photo shoot, all was tidied away with pots washed and lights switched off. All that remained was a quick (!) change upstairs and to wait for the caretaker to lock up. All in all, a cracking night out.
[ Today’s lyric: Panic by The Smiths ]