Time limited post

Obviously some new use of the word 'gorgeous' I was not previously aware of.

Irritating

I think I am a very irritable person, sometimes a tiny thing can annoy me so much I just want to explode, take tonight, coming home on the s-bahn, this woman made sure she got on the train first, thats not very Swiss. Then spread herself over a couple of chairs (this is actually very swiss) I sat opposite her, not by design, it just happened. She had a mean twisted up face, with pursed lips like a doggys bottom and hard eyes. I didn't like her, if I was a dog I'd have barked at her. And she chewed. I'm trying to do some stuff on my pda and constantly theres this motion of her chewing, not like a chewing gum chew, chew, chew, chew but this was

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I felt like screaming 'Spit it out or swallow is FFS!' She was busy chewing and working her phone, I imagined she was sending texts saying 'pay what you owe or you are all out on the streets, including your old disabled granma' or 'new broom, and more eye of newt'

Other things that irritate:
- People who get to the top of an escalator and immediately stop to look around,
- People who stand on the left of the escalator blocking it and are totally oblivious to the 50 people behind them trying to get to their trains.
- Leg bouncers, thats people who can't sit without bouncing their leg constantly, and if the leg bounce happens to hit a table that I'm using that drives me mad.
- Ring tones!
- Playing music via a mobile phone - it's a stupid tinny little speaker you moron, the sound quality is pants!.
- People saying 'as I said' what do you actually mean?
- People saying 'I already told you that' this was an ex wife staple 'are we busy Friday night', 'I already told you that' , 'Oh did you? excuse me, I must have been asking the question solely to annoy you, my mistake'.
- People mostly.
- People who chew with their mouth open (I swear I'd have killed s-bahn lady is she did that)
- Cars that automatically activate the windscreen wipers when you press the skoosh skoosh button, 'Great thanks! I just wanted to see if I had any water left and now you've just smeared the windscreen for me'
- NIH attitudes.
- Centre lane hoggers
- Chavs
- 60 second nail polish
- not having someone to zip me into a dress
- Paris Hilton

I reckon I could go postal easy.

6am Can't sleep

Two blog posts again in a day, well 24 hours, which is normally a day except one was last night and ones this morning, ok you get it. Just catching up on blog readings and I saw Janes linked to the BBC2 Idents vid, that made me think of my fav BBC trailer 'thingy' and lo and behold it was there, I love the way this was put together and it makes me cry for some unknown reason, it's just bloody excellent, enjoy

Just a quote

I've been very busy of late, works at last getting busy, went back to the uk for a party last weekend. Excuse my ego stroking but lets just relay a quote from the morning after the party, now what was it? Oh yes - ahem - 'an outstanding kisser and the hottest guy there by far'. OK I would have preferred 'hottest chick' but you take what you get.

I got chatting to one of the girls at the party and we ended up in a delicious heap and woke in each others arms, twas lovely and much needed. What's more this was DESPITE her knowing I wear girls clothes.

Several people there knew, the co-hostesses did, they both had amazing dresses which I complemented them on; both said I could wear them if I wanted, well I'd love to girls but not without a few hours and a ton of slap.

I'm thinking I might be talking too much in the real world about tranny stuff. When my first gay mate came out 'being gay' was his only topic of conversation, and what saunas he'd been to and - well lets say 'etc'. It was a little dull. Now I understand and fear I'm becoming too tranny, after so much repression I just want to talk about it all the time I need that constant affirmation from RGs that 'its OK'. Might be time to put a lid on it a bit.

Switzerland continues to fascinate me, the cool kids are giving it large on the trains feet up on the seats but with their shoes off. Businessmen wander about swigging from cans of beer in the street, the rough looking guy opposite me on the train this morning sat sipping his glass of milk. I like it.

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Suppedisne
Did you fart quietly?

it's a sodding phone

bought this 2 days ago


selling it tomorrow. I like gadgetry as a rule but i have never 'got' mobile phones. From the start a phones been something to speak to people via, ocassionally to make crank calls with, sometimes to call my ex in the wee small hours with (that was a joke). Friends would say 'you like gadgets, look at my new phone it's got a camera/torch/compass/tin opener on it and I'd look at them like they had two heads 'it's a sodding phone' I'd say 'but I can set a custom ring tone, listen it plays Scotland the brave' and I'd shake my head. Have you ever noticed how people with 'funky' ringtones move so fast to shut it off when it rings? while 'I'm too sexy for my shirt' must have seemed hysterical at home, it's a bit embarassing when it goes off at work.

The whole mobile phone-as-gadget thing passed me by and I've had the same old Nokia for forever, I had to get a swiss contract so I thought 'sod it, lets see whats the fuss about' and bought the phone above, apparently it's a good one. Two days of squinting at a poxy little screen and the new sim cards gone in the Nokia. I just don't get it.

It's a sodding phone!!! meh!

What I hate most

You know what I hate most about being over here? lack of wearing girls clothes aside. It's miming, I hate not knowing the language and feeling like an idiot, it's only temporary until I get german lessons sorted out but when my best 'Sprechen Sie English' is met with a nein, or 'Parlez vous Anglais' with a 'non' (which happens a helluva lot more than the 'nein' my shoulders slump and the mime begins. I hate the mime, but what can you do, shouting loudly doesn't seem to work.

I had to do the mime with the dinner ladies at work, 'something' was wrong with my pre-charged payment card, we mimed 'come back tomorrow' so I did without lunch then went back today and got my card back, none the wiser as to what had happened, still at least I got to eat.

I had to go to the chemist, a hopeful 'können Sie Englisch sprechen' met by 'lieder nicht' so the shoulders slumped and we began the mime
2 words
first word
4 syllables
sounds like
emma freud

Well that went well

Well I think we dealt with that in a reasonably mature fashion, some excellent points well made, truths that in this hectic world we live in it’s all too easy to forget, dogma is a shit film and we shouldn’t forget that.

Feeling pretty chilled just now, as I expected when I got my flat – sorry – apartment, I just felt so much better, I spent my first two nights there, on a sleeping bag on a wooden floor but I’ve just been grinning like a grinny thing, I’m feeling quite content. The ex has played on my thoughts an awful lot, avid blog readers might have noticed that my wedding anniversary passed last week (as long as somethings passing! – ed). I forgot about it and didn’t realise till the day after. In contrast to when she and the miserable little excuse for a human being she married normally play on my mind it’s not hurt, usually I just end up thinking “stupid cow”. That’s progress, yayy me. Actually lets expand on the miserable excuse bit blah blah, I’ve tried not to do too much slagging off as I don’t think it healthy or nice but I’ll make an exception here.

After the ex asked for a dee eye vee oh arse ee ee her now husband took me out for lunch so he could in his words ‘Look me in the eye and tell me there was nothing going on between him and my wife’, so now they are married and that still rocks me, I can’t understand how anyone could do that and call themselves a man, he sat there sweating (which I put down to him being no stranger to a fish supper) and treated me like a friend while lying to me, horrible horrible thing to do. I’ll leave the last word to an Oz girl I met on hold who asked about it “ what a c…!” and we’ll leave that one there.

So yeah I feel happy, well as happy as I can be when not actively wearing girls clothes and pretending to be a girl. Works good if slightly dull, offices are nice, comfortable, spacious, gym, sleeping room (true) and people are friendly. Now I’ve moved I can start building a social life, contented sigh.

The Swiss love to smoke, it’s a national pastime, it’s their favourite thing so a quick vist to a pub ends in a smelly fug (genius rhyme). They also like to wander about drinking in public, that’s something I’m so not used to but you’ll see everyone doing it, there’s a ‘beers of the world’ shop in Zurich train station that has a bottle opener fixed to the wall outside so you can buy your booze crack it open and wander off swigging.