Feeling festive

Hi, How are you? All sorted out for the big day? I hope so. I think I’m just about there with the wrapping and other preparation. Fingers crossed eh? Earlier As I write, I’m sat in a shopping centre café watching the world go buy. The Ever Lovely Mrs J’s car is having a service, so I’ve a hour or two to wander about, somewhere out of town. There’s a gentle drift off shoppers through the store. They’re browsing rather than buying. I had a brief look at the sale rail on the way in, but nothing caught my eye. As I’ve sat here and enjoyed my little pot of tea, I realised there was nothing I really wanted. How […]

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Beware glass dreams

The other day I stumbled across a German TV programme called Sexchange. In it, they took half a dozen folk – women and men, and made them over as their opposite gender. Unlike some shows, it wasn’t cheesy and didn’t seem played for laughs. Now, I don’t speak German, but YouTube has an automatic subtitling and translation system. On a slight digression, the YouTube system is s a bit Monty Python in places. Perhaps this is as the tech is listening to the audio track and translating on the fly. I guess there are many phrases we use that may not convert well into other languages. I think I saw the subtitle “but that’s not my tennis” at one point. […]

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A series of lessons

Hi, After last week’s post in which I reset and started over, you’d think that I’d start to keep a note of ideas. An idea came to me as I was listening to the radio and driving to work. Ah, I must put that on a slip of paper, I thought to myself… and then promptly forgot. Gah! I guess this is what separates the triers from the capable, eh? Still, lessons learned! Note to self: make a note quickly. 🙂 The long drought of all Jack and no Jill – I so hope that’s not slang for something kinky – has been broken, as it was Chameleons in what was starting to feel like an age. So it goes […]

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The Inspectors

Hi, This week saw the Thursday as Transgender Day of Visibility. I won’t explain the event, given the clue is in the title. Older readers may wish to recount the well loved mantra: it does exactly what it says on the tin.  For the rest of you, your weekend homework can be to investigate the source of that well loved UK phrase. Or not. There’s no prizes Oh, okay, you can have a gold star, but due to government cuts, you’ll have to buy it yourself. Oh, and mark your own homework too. 😉 Just what is it about Thursday and trans-ness? Is it because it’s midway in the spectrum of days (Macho Monday vs Soft Sunday?) or because it […]

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Echo chamber

Hi, The thing with skipping lunch, is I don’t feel guilty when I go home a little earlier than scheduled. Ah, those dinner time meetings, where you’re told to bring a snack and *ahem* man up. I’ve never asked, but I assume any women attending the meeting, must draw on a ‘tache, with either mascara or a rare-as-rocking-horse-poo whiteboard marker. Oddly, HR don’t seem to quite so on board with a) people not taking a break, and b) said people then sloping off early as they feel they’ve done their hours. Still, HR’s there to protect the business, not necessarily the individual. Shame, but there you go. So, due to a lunchtime meeting being my meal ticket home – see […]

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