Year: 2011

“You known I can’t believe it,
when I hear that you won’t see me.”

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Hi, This time around it’s a quiet week and as I’ve said before, quiet isn’t necessarily bad. Sure, I don’t mind watching a bit of drama second hand – so books or film – but experiencing it first hand isn’t always quite so welcome. 🙂 Midweek Mid week I booked an afternoon off to do a spot of shopping. Not the trans stuff, but the more mundane things such as new bloke clothes. My trainers have reached optimum comfort, which in real terms, means they are in danger of dropping to pieces when I least expect them too. I also kept my eye out for some Xmas gifts and when you spot something that’s just right, it can pay to […]

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“Because the plot thickens every day,
And the pieces of my puzzle keep crumblin’ away,
But I know, there’s a picture beneath”

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Hiya, It’s been a bit of a mixed week this time around. Mostly good, with what really shouldn’t be a big deal. Shall we get on with it then? Oh and a brief apology as this week’s entry is rather lengthy. The Trans Factor Channel Four recently started a new series called My Transsexual Summer. I guess that’s following the idea of X number of folk of a particular type, get them under one roof and film them. There was a show earlier in the year called Seven Dwarves which featured – wait for it, wait for it – a number of vertically challenged people who shared a house. AFAIK there wasn’t a bird from a glass coffin who did […]

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“T.G.I.F”

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Hi, Not so long ago, the conversation at a Chams do swung around to blogging. I think it may be been Rebbecca who asked: when do you find time to write? The short answer is as and when. Of course, being a blogger, a short answer strictly won’t do…. 🙂 Since my teen years, I’d frequently have a scrap of paper/notebook and obligatory pen too. Back then, I’d get ideas for a story, a joke (sometimes slight amusing) or an idea for a computer game or RPG. Now, the ideas tend to be for a blog post or a short story. An item of conversation or unusual circumstance will occur and a small invisible light bulb (Ed: no, I don’t […]

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“And the fellow’s blue and gray,
or sometimes pink and green,
just check it out on Halloween!”

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Hi, Crikey, Friday already! Despite a brief panic over household funds (well, mainly by me!) within the Jones household, all has been well this week. It seems we may need to tighten our collective belts as food and fuel prices continue to rise like a politician’s schoomze fund. Without wanting to sound like a big head, our combined incoming isn’t bad, so for those who are less that flush, things must really be starting to bite. On the upside, we don’t get paid in Euros. 😉 It was the Chameleons Halloween party last night and rather good it was too. We had a Chinese meal and Sandi & Tracey did a top job of making the place look very nice. Rather […]

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“No new tale to tell,
Twenty-six years on my way to hell”

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Hiya, Note to self for the next post: delay on having the weekend G & T until after you’re written this weeks musings 🙂 Last night the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones was out with friends, so yours truly was holding the fort. Bath time and bedtime stories done, it was time to sit back and amuse myself. I suppose in years gone by, the first thing I would have done is give the kids an hour to be properly asleep and then it would be Lynn time. These days, I just don’t bother and I guess that’s down to the fact that I know that at least twice a month, I’ve got an appointment with my alternative wardrobe. I’ve heard […]

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“I got a reason for the devil inside you know”

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Hi, How’s things with you? After last week’s not-much-is-going-on post, events have picked up a little. Home-life and family is going well, which is not to be underrated. Parents Evening will be upon us soon and if I can get an early pass from work, I’d like to pop along and see Wee Man’s work on show. Trans-wise, I saw some very nice shoe boots while out shopping with the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones. At twenty quid, I couldn’t really say no, so armed with the takings from my piggy bank, off I went. Luckily, said shop – or rather supermarket – had clothes for him & her as well as changing rooms. So it was a repeat of the […]

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