It's funny when it gets surreal

I had a boy weekend planned. Friday night, out boozing and curry, then Saturday down in the new forest, boozing and stuff, then a cycle ride through the forest with a mate to crow about the residual fitness benefits of my trip. Ok its testosterone laden but I did love talking normally while he couldn't breathe. One call on the tranny phone later and I was heading homewards early. A t-girl (sorry Siobhan) friend was meeting a photographer and wanted a chaperone. So we met up and planned the logistics of getting her out of her house dressed, then met the photographer (who was lovely by the way) then spent the next few hours travelling around the local area snapping piccies of her. One of the more unusual way to spend a sunday evening.

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Ire fortiter quo nemo ante iit
To boldly go where no man has gone before.