Sunday, 29 July 2012

Hot Rods and cool bikes

Well a few days away in sunny Surrey at the Hot Rod Hayride. Now cars and bikes are not really my thing but a few days away blah, blah. So off we set Friday afternoon for a quick shlep down to Camberley. We prat around and go off for dinner then whiz over to the Hayride for the evening which goes rather slowly until we meet up with some friends and all of a sudden its 1.45 am which turns into bed around 2.30. Up with the lark its back to the Hayride for the day, lovely weather for a change too. We take in the hill climbing which becomes a little boring after a while and we go back to the main event. Thank goodness there is eye candy in the form of rock n roll girlies as you an only look at the bikes and cars for so long. At least it gives me the opportunity to take loads of pics to use as backgrounds !!

Friday, 27 July 2012

Kwick fitting a DynoRod at the Olympics

Well an eventful week. Order two tyres to be fitted by Kwick-Fit and they arrive, great except they send the wrong size. Luckily they come the next day with the right tyres and we are mobile again. On the upside the man from DynoRod arrives, unblocks the drain and because they are part of the same company as British Gas I get it done for free !!!

Why is it I am so disinterested in these running and jumping shenanegans? Well as with many modern things everybody and everything is sunny and bright until........ you either criticise or do not show fanaticism. I would be quite happy to let these proceedings pass me by without a care or thought but to have it rammed down my throat constantly and be included as a fervoured supporter. I am not, I don't care who wins or loses. Got it.

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Sense of humour or truth?

I just had to steal this and spread it around before some jumped up offical source had it removed from whence it came............

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Regrets I have a few

Bloody Olympics, I could not care less what happens, all I know its costing me fortune and I have no interest in it. My regret ? Not having the money to get as far away from London as possible for the entire month. That way I wouldn't have to suffer congestion on the roads and public transport, be shoved from pillar to post by bloody tourists and to see something other than sport on the television, hear it on the damn radio and have it plastered over websites and newspapers. So bah bloody humbug. If you don't like it, stick where the sun doesn't shine.

Hello Ducks

A lovely early morning stroll over Hampstead Heath this morning now that the sun has decided to come out. Amazing how a couple of hours walk in the sunshine sets you up for the day.

Friday, 20 July 2012

Up and down

Well a week of up and downs that's for sure. The poor car looks like it needs to be pensioned off. Getting to the stage where repairs are more than its worth. Such a lovely car and so faithful over the past twelve years. Seriously looking at a Fiat 500 now.

On the upside a lovely trip out with Stephanie to Westfield Stratford. Well we thought we'd get our visit in before the bloody Olympics which will result in the place being packed to the gills.
Took the train over, sat sitting there as you do when Stephanie notices we are having our picture taken. I do wish people would realise that when they do things like that or remark to companions it is blatantly obvious what they are up to. Aaaanyway if she had asked we would have posed for her quite willingly.
Herds of schoolkids both on the train and at the centre going for guided tours of the Olympic stadium etc but we go for the most part unnoticed.
I suppose it our collective confidence and certainly my willingness to be engaged in conversation that almost without exception we are greeted by assistants in shops extremely pleasantly.
We troll our way round then take lunch in GBK and again after the initial shock are treated wonderfully. A few of the customers are gobsmacked but once over their shock ignore us.
It is strange that some people look at us in very odd ways, perhaps they think that being a tranny is catching.

Got my lovely wife to cut my hair this week in preparation for a little trip away :-)
At last, I managed to do a proper photo session today, of course most of the planned outfits never materialised but hey that means I can have another session in a few days.

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Friday the thirteenth

So my dears with the wife out at Proud Cabaret we thought we wold take ourselves out for dinner. Not too far, a nice little Italian a short drive away where we stuffed ourselves silly, in fact I had to have a slice of Stephanie's pizza or she would never have got it finished ! Well it was a nice way to round off a productive day, loads of pictures done but I wasn't really in the mood to do any of myself.
I know that the more we go out the odds are shortening that we will encounter a 'problem' but to date we have encountered none. Perhaps its where we live, perhaps its where we go, perhaps its the way we dress, perhaps its our confidence in ourselves but day or night we live the life, girlie to our core. It is impossible to convey what it means to do this to anyone. To be who you want to be, to be who you know you were meant to be. Is it exciting? No. Does it get the adrenaline pumping? No. Is it a turn on? No. it just feels............ right. We do not ask a lot, just treat us as people. If you do not approve then just ignore us, if you support us then say something, we don't bite. If you can't bring yourself to use female epithets then don't use any, its not difficult.

Friday, 13 July 2012

Not like that, like this

Amazing isn't it, there you are all dressed 'properly' and a fashion and diet disaster makes a comment.... ooo look there's a man dressed as a woman. Well my dear at least I look more like one than you ever will. A trip to Sainsbury's with Stephanie brought that comment. I wouldn't mind but she couldn't count either so I reminded her there were two of us. Aaaaaanyway apart from a rather surprised customer, well t-girls are rather thin on the ground in that neck of the woods, we managed our shopping quite simply and the lady on the checkout was lovely.
It was just as well we were not your panic struck gurlz either. A visit to pick up a parcel at the sorting office resulted in us being in a queue for at least twenty minutes with a fairly large captive audience.
On the upside a visit to John Lewis brought quite the opposite. When I had a query they were all sweetness and light, yes madam, no madam, that's the way it should be done.

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Ah the best laid plans of mice and trannies, a rethink of outfit was required and the Ted Baker got its first outing.

So we leave home around 8.45 on our way to the Way Out club in the Minories. What is it with these Olympic Lanes? We turn into the Euston Road at Euston Station to turn right at Upper Woburn Place and notice that when these lanes are in force... you won't be able to, great, NOT. So we get to between Theobald's Road and High Holborn and notice there is a bus lane and an Olympic Lane which means......... there is no lane for any other traffic, that's clever. So it will be left into Theobald's Road, right into Proctor Street, right into High Holborn and left into the Kingsway. As we go down the Kingsway there are big roadworks. Oh they are making the underpass between Waterloo Bridge and the Kingsway.... flow the other way, good grief the expense !

Aaaanyay I digress, easy peasy parking for once when we arrive, a couple of minutes walk and we are there. Venue looks quite nice, we enter and are greeted by Vicky Lee who runs the club, get our free champoo and descend into the club proper. Of course the disasvantage of being rather early is it can be a trifle lonely but on the upside we get prime seats! The place gradually fills and we see a few familiar faces. We manage to meet up with my son and his wife who unbeknown to us have had us placed where we belong.... on the guest list! We decide to take our leave around 2.15 and make our weary way home.....

Did we enjoy it? Oh yes and we will definitely be back.

Saturday, 7 July 2012

Well tonight is to be our first visit to The Way Out Club . At least I've managed to get the outfit selection down to two and it will come down to how much of a lard arse I feel I look. Should be fun, the son and heir will be there with my daughter-in-law, a family outing and lets face it what are parents for if not to embarrass their children.

Thursday, 5 July 2012

I really must try to post more often. So where did we get to? To put things in chronological order would be pointless so..... I won't.

What have we been up to, ooo visits to Camden shopping you name it my dears, we do it. The other week a little adventure alone, the weekly shop. Something I'd never done before. Off I go, park the car and wiggle my way across the car park, pick up my trolley and into my local Tesco. Yes lovelies, my local one, the one I use every week where I am well known. Oh it was fabulous trolling around selecting my groceries, the most anxious part was taking pictures of myself doing it in case "it was against the rules". From there a stroll around my local shopping centre.

Last weekend was a trip to Camden Market. So many things we could have bought if either of us could have afforded it. So many delicious frocks, still its the strolling around en femme that provides us with the most enjoyment. A little light lunch and we stroll up to Regent's Park. A lovely early summer day with a light breeze as we walk the total width of the park and catch the bus home and dinner.

A journey by the wife to Oxford Street during the week results in a frock for me !!! What a fabulous girlie she is. We take a trip to Brent Cross two days later and there I see it. It calls to me, the Ted Baker frock Stephanie and I have coveted for months and its in the sale !! Needless to say I cannot afford it, but buy it. Now do I return them or one, or keep both. Traditional tranny dress has long since been rejected except for "special" occasions and photo sessions. Smart dress is much more the order of the day.