Sparkled

Well that was a fun weekend, big shame about the numbers of people but it meant that my resolution to spend quality time with a few groups instead of my previous scattergun effort was easier. Quite a good flight over, I liked my outfit, I liked my makeup, think my hair needs changing tho. No probs, train to Basel, flight to Manc, big mistake getting to basel airport too early - dullllsville. At the gate I offered my passport for the last minute check, whereupon he started shouting my name down the line, 'errr thats me' I said, oh his little face 'oh' he managed 'you must understand, this is difficult for me' he managed eventually before looking shamefaced and waving me through. 'It's not that easy for me either chum!'

Sparkle itself passed me by a bit, I didn't see anything in the park, I was mostly spent socialising, although I had to take a morning off to go buy a rubber suit (long story but you wont be seeing pics of that!) in general, there were, hmmm theres no way to say it without sounding judemental, but there were more inappropriate outfits on show, there was a lot of sniggering from members of the public, a lot of bollocks on show,a lot of stupidly short skirts. Having dinner in Velvet on Friday, the general feeling around the table was that we were embarassed. Sigh. I know that makes me sound like a bitch but it makes me unhappy because I could see the great british public sniggering at them, and by extension, at me. A friends wife said she was shopping in the Arndale centre and some girls were sniggering at two trannies on the escalator, then took pictures of them to show their friends so they could have a good laugh too.

Does that reflect badly on the girls or the trannies?

Oh well, I'm still glad I went, just not as glad as I wanted to be.