One for A. Nonymouse

Not sure I like the political slant this has taken, seems people wanted to pick on one of my reasons for leaving the UK and make a big deal out of it, anyway lets proceed with caution and see where it goes, but if it gets too non-fluffy then I’m just going to delete it.

The point of this blog is that it’s my blog, it’s where I dump my thoughts, perhaps where I say something too personal to communicate face to face, somewhere I leave ‘my`notes on trees’. While I’m immensely flattered if someone reads it, more so if they comment, it’s just my blog, it’s not a discussion forum, it’s not a mechanism to gauge my popularity by counting stats, it’s not a weapon to attack anyone who disagrees with me, it’s just a bit of me that leaks into cyberspace and if no one read it it would still trundle on much the same.

So the blog for A. Nonymouse (the names have been changed to protect the err, the anonymous) to answer your questions

How can I be anti-immigration and pro-emigration?

Can I just stop for a moment; I’m on a train for Zurich, we’ve just stopped at Bern and this girl has got on and sat opposite me and I love her outfit, cute kitten heels with pilgrim buckles, black smart knee length skirt, blouse with these fab huge cuffs, and a really fantastic baby pink mac, she’s amazingly girly and I want to be her right now!

ok so back, well it’s easy, I’m not anti-immigration as long as it’s managed, I like what Australia do
‘You wanna come in sport? Whats in it for us?’
‘You got pots of money, come on in’
‘You’ve got a history of starting successful businesses, come in, sit down, watch the cricket, those are the poms we hate them’
‘You’re a doctor? Here have a Fosters, on you go’
‘You’ve got a list of convictions as long as your arm and a history of sexual assault, get lost mate’

The UK didn’t do that, the borders were opened, no one knows how many people came into the country in the last decades, let alone who. The government estimated 15,000 immigrants from the new members of the EU, they got 600000 in the last two years. How can you be so far wrong? and who is going to pay for that mistake? Is a head going to roll? Is it hell!.

So ‘Why do the Muslims get a mention?’ probably because they are all over the media, call me topical but I react to what’s current, and right now Muslims are current, I actually have little time for organised religions and they all make me deeply uneasy, except Buddhism and that’s more a belief system than a religion. I’m not wholly ignorant of Islam I’ve spent long nights round the campfire in the Sahara talking politics and religion with my guide, I’ve taken tea with desert people in the Sinai (very surprised how deferential to the women, the guide virtually prostrated himself) and I had one very interesting half hour in a taxi in New York a month after 9/11 with a driver who taught me the real meaning of Jihad. I appreciate their culture but I don’t want to live in it.

Damn this girl is feminine, her makeup is perfect, sigh.

Multiculturalism a disaster? disaster/failure, it's a matter of degree, MP’s are starting to acknowledge it which means it was true years ago, Trevor Phillips head of the CRE acknowledges it with an excellent quote

“No amount of lecturing from comfortable middle-class liberals will brush away the anxiety felt in many of our towns and cities“

hell even the Grauniad is saying theres a line. Maybe it can work, maybe it can’t, but ‘when in Rome’. Switzerland are having their issues right now but they aren’t afraid to say no. Topical news over here is that a mosque was refused permission to erect minarets in Zurich, the Zurich planners said it wouldn’t fit in so no. Not only did they say no, they discussed in parliament whether to outlaw minarets across Switzerland. It’s a powerful message they are sending;, come in, settle if you want but fit in, be ‘people like us’. Does it work? The office I am working in is a mix of get this, “38 nationalities, ethnicities, disabilities and sexual orientations” and it feels like one cohesive organisation, one culture if you will, and I like that. We’ve seen apartheid already I can’t understand why there’s people ready to get upset that I think it’s a bad thing in the UK.

Parasites? My preferred phrase for politicians, I think they are self serving, lying parasites and the UK needs a constitution to protect the public from them.

Scum/white trash/neds/rat boys pick the phrase you like, I think it’s wholly appropriate for the sort of waster you’ll find around any city and more and more towns in the UK on any given evening, drinking, shouting abuse and stealing my car on Christmas morning. “Socio-economically disadvantaged youths” is too big a mouthful for me.

I only respond to the ego stroking comments - well duh-uh, did you miss the whole transvestite blog part of this?, I'm a tranny, I need my ego-stroked more than I need food.

So comment if you like, disagree if you want (it is allowed you know) just keep it clean.

So enough of that rubbish, I’ve got a rooftop apartment in Zurich and I’m moving in this weekend, so no more trains to Zurich – yayyyy.

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Homines quod volunt credunt
Men believe what they want to.

Well that was a surprise

bit shocked to see savaging on t'internet relating to a small section of the last post, no matter; I can't be made to conform to how other people think I should dress, neither can I be made to conform to how other people think I should think. I'll not engage in any debate, it's just not important enough to me. Not even to correct the out of context quotes or misreadings.

Was just wondering last night as I was admiring my new top from Next (via ebay), why is shiny feminine? I was listing the boy clothing I've ever owned that was shiny, shoes, yeah of course thats allowed
bike jacket, a bit shiny,
silk shirt, very slightly shiny but always made me look a bit effeminate
The lapels of my dinner jacket.

Thats is, shiny isn't allowed on boy clothes, why not? why should shiny be intrinsically feminine? I've got dresses, blouses, tops, underwear, coats, nightwear all with a sheen to them.

It's tied up to a whole, 'why do I want to do this thing' just now. I was looking at this girl on the train the other day, she was very young, I had her pegged for 'first day at work' she had on the gorgeous heeled pixxie boots, really beautiful, I knew her feet were going to be killing her by the end of the day but i would sooo happily have swapped with her, why? what am I getting out of this, this morning I was lying there in a chemise trying to work out how I was feeling. I wasn't aroused, wasn't feeling any Zen like calm but I new that given the choice of my more normal nightwear of a t-shirt I preferred the chemise, why why why?

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Sancta simplicitas
O holy ignorance

Brandishing her breasts she walked into the room.

It's been a bit of a week, I over reached myself last week with the killer commute by trying to keep normal hours. Combination of not enough sleep and not eating properly means Gillians been exhausted and poorly. Fortunately I wised up and started going to bed early even tho it means I get one hour of me time a day, crap life, roll on my own flat.

Had a few chats about people about why I left the UK, comments have been made about leaving the country instead of staying and trying to make it better. I understand the point but I've done my letters to the council, my MP, the sodding EU, nothing changes, it's not meant to, we're meant to just shut up and keep paying the parasites. I do beleive the UK is now irrevocably ruined, a growing underclass of well lets call them scum are steadily eroding society, knowing everything about rights and nothing about responsibility their sad lifes spent in trying to feel they mean something, even if thats just hanging round a street corner shouting abuse at strangers.

Added that the disaster of multuculturalism means the UK has no direction, it's just a mishmash of cultures now, inter cultural and racial violence will increase, already we have no go areas for whites in council estates up north, we have claimed 'Muslim areas' down south, it makes me very sad, given an identity the UK could be a wonderful place and acheive much.

A really strange thing to me is that I have a friend who said all this about 10 years ago and I always railed aagainst him that 'anywhere is just what you make it', now I have come to believe the same as him, infact I'm now living with him while I look for a flat.

Summary of the week, I continue to be impressed by the transport system, my commutes 2 1/2 hrs each way - ouch! bus, train, train and I arrive at the right time to the minute, same on the way back, they get it right all day everyday. Saw a rooftop flat in Zurich that is a bit cool but 4th floor and no elevator is delaying my decision. Also put in to look at a rooftop flat on the shores of lake Zurich (the gold coast dahling, not the cold coast), more than I planned on spending but a nice place and location. actually might drive there today for a look. Also got a snifter of a manged apartment in Zurich I can get in a week, sort of a cross between a hotel and an apartment, can rent by the month, might be a good idea to get a life while I look.

Work still not acheived a damn thing, all my time spent reading stuff or chasing access to this system or clearance to this system, never worked in such a big company before but I'm assured this is normal. I was surfing the HR website and was quite impressed that they had an lgbT policy, shall I go to work dressed???

Damn little trannying, tho I did get dressed last night, why do we want to do this? I was standing in front of the mirror thinking 'why do I prefer to look in the mirror and see this looking back', it's just confusing, fun but confusing.

Missing everyone, missing night out, love to you all.

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Futue te et ipsum caballum
F*** you and the horse you rode in on.

New country new start

OK last night was a blip, the first post wasn't meant to be like that. So consider this the first post. Well here I am, material ties to the UK severed, apart from a coupla mill in a few bank accounts (I wish) flat gone, cars gone, some stuff in storage. Flew in yesterday with a suitcase, a briefcase and a laptop. First thing I saw as I walked out at Geneva was a beautiful woman in an awesome cocktail dress waiting for someone from the plane.

Arrived at my friends amazing house and went for a beer in town, the girls are stunning, the contrast with where I was in the UK is crazy, UK:tatoos and ill fitting sports wear, CH:chiseled features and elegant casual wear. Even the girls smoking looked elegant.

Today I'm sitting here with a view of the alps (ok I would if I went upstairs) surfing for apartments. Why did I leave?

To put some space between my ex and her latest husband..
I don't want to live in Britainistan.
I'm fed up getting taxed out of existance.
I'm fed up of overcrowded late trains.
I want healthcare when I need it
I want to live where theres low crime and a pride in your surroundings
I don't want to live in the corrupt and undemocratic EU.
I want to live where the nice people are.

Let me expand on the last point, I went home to my home town in Scotland, what struck me was the hollow vacant stares of the people in their football shirts and baseball caps, always hovering on the edge of violence, the women in their late 50's straining the seams of their cheap sports trousers and dropping fag ash over the latest addition to their brood, the fat bald men with tatoos and shaven heads swaggering down the street, the boarded up shopfronts and the prevalence of 'poundstretcher' type shops

But I'll miss the friends I've made over the last couple of years and I'll miss going out in girls clothes.

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Nil illegitimus carborundum
Don't let the bastards get you down.

How stupid can you be?

So just got to my mates in switzerland, turned on the pc, check some email and some arse has forwarded me an email from the ex about them finding their dream home and how excited they are about moving in and please drop round for mulled wine.

FFS I came over here to try and get over this crap and the first thing I get is her sodding address and phone number which yes I may post on a swingers forum.

Oh well, as long as I've got my sense of humour.