The disappeared

Hi, I’m back from holiday, and a good time was had by all. A good mix of walking, visiting the old (no, not me, you cheeky so-and-so 😉 ), some good food and lots of happy memories. The funny thing about modern holidays, at least for me, is the impact of technology. Most cottages, and certainly hotels, have WiFi nowadays. If not, it can be surprising, at just how many places have decent mobile broadband. Usually, it’s on tap 24/7, until you’re lost or really need to look something up 😉 Anyhoo, with connectivity being so abundant, I can still check in with T friends, while on holiday. In a small way, it’s a bit like taking your support network […]

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The right to bare arms

Hi, The Jones Crew are on holiday, as it’s the last week of the Easter break. A quiet cottage somewhere in North Yorkshire, as way of a change. Through bad planning on my part, I’m away the week Chams is on, but there will be other meetings. Or, at least, so I tell myself. I try to ignore the ticking of the proverbial clock. Distraction techniques may be required. The weather is on the turn, being spring, and as opaques are banished, and shops rev up to sell us variants on previous trends, so to do sleeves shorten for men and women. To this end, I’ve stopped shaving my arms. I’m lucky in that, compared to some gents, and even some […]

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Mojo

Hey, How time passes eh? Well, unless you’re waiting for a download, the kettle to boil or a politician to get to the point. 🙂 The Jones Massive have been away and returned. All went very well. Both The Ever Lovely Mrs J and the nippers enjoyed the holiday. Just a little cottage in the north; we’re easily pleased. In fact, the lack of wireless probably helped. I certainly caught up on my reading…. and eating. Maybe another week of watching what I eat and walking more, will be a good thing. Still, lip up, eh, fatty? 🙂 I’ll be honest with you and say not much is going on at the mo – at least, from a trans perspective. […]

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Welcome to a new kind of tension

I’ve stared at this browser window for a while now and the creative juices aren’t just with me tonight. It seems the pendulum of acceptance – to use a slightly bonkers image – has swung the other way. P. is, as you may have read, on the chopping block at work and she’s really worried. I’m doing a 120mph at work and things seem to be piling up. My job is frankly, doing my head in. I really feel for P. but not having been laid off, I don’t know exactly what she’s going through. All I can do is listen. I hope that’s enough. I upset her last night by leaving with my face on and dress underneath my […]

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