What a Gas

If this doesn't make you feel alive then you've got something wrong with your 'bit-of-your-brain-for-making-you-feel-alive' thing.



I love this piece of music, it can actually bring tears to my eyes and not just of laughter at the dodgy clobber.

Mr Williams thank you for this.

Not the first by far

Had I been standing rather than reclining this could have rocked me back on my heels. I was reading my gazillionth book about Everest, this one by George Band, one of the original members of the '53 expedition that 'knocked the bastard off' as Edmund Hilary tactfully put it. The expedition had sold the story rights to the Times and they sent a young reporter by the name of James Morris to accompany the expedition, he deserves mention because not being a climber he still made it up to 20000 feet.

So what? you say. Well towards the end of the book is a 'what happened to them afterwards' heres an extract about James Morris,
James Morris was the 'anonymous' Special Correspondent of The Times attached to the expedition. ....... Although we never realised it in the 1950s, as he described in his book Conundrum, James increasingly felt he was a female imprisoned in a male body. After his children had reached maturity, he therefore took the brave and bold step to change gender, and now lives and writes as Jan Morris, and is always welcomed to our Welsh reunions. She continues to write prolifically and I envy the ease with which she does so, although A Writers World published in 2003 may be her swansong. She was recntly awarded the CBE

Imagine that, the expedition that finally summited Everest had a transgendered member. I'm gobsmacked, more so because I never knew, I'd heard of Jan Morris of course but not in the context of Everest and see how he just switched from 'he' to 'she', that was nice.

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Novus ordo saeculorum
A new order of ages.

Been a while

Couldn't be bothered doing anything this weekend, watched some telly, did some shopping, in an attempt to achieve something I decided to unpack two boxes that have been annoying me. Funny what can catch you unawares, one box had Julias favourite red hat that she wore walking the dog, don't know how that ended up with me, she loved that, it's big and fluffy and made her look silly but she wore it anyway and I loved her for it.

And I still love her now. I slag her off and call her a witch to friends in an attempt to feel that way about her but it's not how I feel and every insult feels like a betrayal of her. She was so very special to me and it feels like everyday she becomes more special.

I miss my old life, right now even if it meant going back in the closet I think I would do it and thats just madness, people tell me I'm much happier now, that I seem a different person, calmer, nicer, but all that doesn't matter right now.

It's just a passing phase, I'll be fine tomorrow, think I'll throw out that damn hat.

Tranny or Pervert?

Where is the time going, I've been wanting to blog about xmas but the days are flying past.

As is my wont I headed for foreign climes, this time Guatemala, perhaps a bit more research migh have been useful in my attempt to avoid Christmas, guatemala is religious, very very religious, you couldn't move for nativity scenes and religious icons.

I had a great time tho, highlights were
A days canyoning, beautiful waters and some excellent cliffs to jump from,
Being asked to take part in a shamanic ceremony, amazing luck, this ceremony was held once every 400 years. Wasn't allowed to take pics tho.
The ruins of Tikal, what a site, bigger than Angkor Wat and thats saying something, estimated 10,000 structures still to be uncovered.
A climb in the darkness above the canopy to watch the sun come up over the ruins, the sight was spectacular and the sounds of the howler monkeys was terrifying, think King Kong, but real and happening around you.

Christmas day I woke in a cheap hotel in Honduras, watching the ceiling fan spin lazily and stinking of stale booze and cigarettes. Then I got up and left the Hemmingway novel I seemed to find myself in and showered.

The group was great fun, there were some tranny bits too, apart from the piccie

I had lostst luggage so I ended up wearing my travelling partners trousers for a few days, just regular treking trousers but with a pink flowery insert round the inside of the waistband, how funny that the manufacturers should do that? its not visible, so why did they do it? My travelling partner knows about me btw and was much amused at me wearing her clothes

Other tranny bit was a comment from one of the girls on seeing a t-girl at work 'Hey thats a dude!!!' not very pc but it made me laugh.

The last tranny bit was not so good and inspired the title, one of the girls on the trip was a beauty consultant (Hilary) and she had a tranny client, nothing much to report, she only commented on his (dunno it just felt like a 'he' as she was telling me) terrible dress sense and beard shadow and how she had to steer him into the right clothes. Anyway she also runs point for a group of beauty consultants and therapists, some of whom just flat refuse to deal with trannies, bit sad but no worries however she said one girl had a tranny contact her who was freaking her out and passed on Hilarys number in desperation, so Hilary got calls from the tranny. Initially innocent enough, asking about the services and so on but then it moved to
'Will you put underwear on me?'
'What sort of pretty panties do you think would suit me?'
Then the phone calls started in the night and Hilary had to take it to the police. The police advised just to keep saying 'I'm sorry I can't help you' and it worked.

I'm cringing just thinking of it, I was clearly cringing at the time which Hilary took to be the 'guy in womens underwear' thing, if only she knew it was because I was wanting to say 'we aren't like that'. I'm still in touch with Hilary and there was snoggage, and she might come over here so maybe I'll have a chance to let her meet a normal tranny (hmm, I only have my opinion that I'm normal) I damn near came out to her on the trip but I was so embarassed by the story. It was a repeated a few times on the trip to laughter, and thats what people think we are. I've been told off a few times for not being tolerant enough but this sort of behaviour just winds me up.

OK so perverts too strong, one girls pervert is another girls sexual adventurer it's a nasty word anyway but it was quoting from an RG friend, we had a lovely night out where there was a creepy tranny there in addition to some great looking girls, on the way home we were discussing the creepy one and she said 'That wasn't a tranny that was just a pervert'. So I'm intolerant of that sort of tranny, so shoot me.

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Nomina stultorum parietibus hoerent
The names of fools are seen upon the walls.

OMG, it sold

After two relistings this monstrosity was sold.

Theres nowt as queer as folk

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Cave canem
Beware of the dog

When Angels go bad

Returned from some xmas travelling in the jungles of Guatemala and the drinking dens of Honduras (more later) to some amazing information on the blogsphere. Seems that our kind is making inroads in primetime media, first we had Siobhan on the telly, (the TV on the TV) then Becky made it onto the radio (the tranny on the tranny). Imagine then my surprise while flicking through this months 'Bizarre' mag at the <coughs> dentist to see yet another tranny chum making it into the media. I have to say I never thought it of her, she always seems like butter wouldn't melt, but you always have to watch out for the quiet ones.