Sunday, 17th October, 2004

Siobhan in Yorkshire Stripper Shock

OK, just before I try to make ammends for being dead slack and not posting anything over the past couple of days, there's a few things I need to get out of the way first:

(1) Listen, I know that in the past I've gone on huge diatribes against ratings-website (amihotornot.com for example) but even so, I'm a little bit narked about being number 11th in Vicky Valentine's top trannies list. So, ahem if just one or two people could take a couple of seconds out of their busy schedules and have a quick click on this link: Top 100 UK T*Girls I'd be eternally grateful

(2) Geena, what are these 'carbs' you're talking about in the guestbook? Is read wine counted as carbohydrate? Do I look like I need to go on Atkins?

(3) Who was it who modded my picture down to 4 stars? I know you can see my stubble (not even me with my ultimate-Photoshop-knowledge could get rid of it — there's no 'shave' tool. Must write to Adobe and ask them for one in the next version) but it's not that visible?!

(4) George, will you please get off my knee? I know I haven't seen you for two days, but mummy is busy typing and she needs to go downstairs any second to get coffee.

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Right, well, with that out of the way, here's what been going on...

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On Friday I went to work. Not uni-work, printer-work. The thing is though, that I got through two bottles of wine the night before, and well, I kinda didn't feel too good (natch).

Actually, can I take this opportunity to apologise to anyone I happened to bump into that night — I can't remember too well, but I feel I may have been a little obnoxious. Oh, and yeah, sorry about the out-of-character picture too. Dunno what came over me

So, I was late for work. The alarm went off at 7am, but I hit it and it stopped working. Unfortunately, so did my brain.

Work wasn't as bad as it has been recently — there was actually some stuff to do, so I was all busy and productive. The main bit of excitement for the day though, was the moment when the fork-lift truck exploded.

We were sat in the studio, banging out some plates, when there was this huge bang from the print-room. It sounded like a load of pallets had fallen down, but when we went out we could see the fork-lift sat there, smoke billowing out of it.

Not good

It was lucky no-one was sat on it when it went off. As it was, the whole thing was rather amusing (it had just overcharged and all the battery lids had popped off) — when we plugged it back in it kinda still worked.

But even so, I had to lug bloody pallets around all afternoon. And I hurt my back.

Anywa, Friday evening was a bit hectic. Kath's mum is having her kitchen done at the moment — and we'd promised to go over and help. So the pair of us where running around in a flap getting ready.

Kath had planned everything down to the minute — she was arriving at 6.04pm, I was to have tea ready by then. We were packing the car at 6.49pm then leaving at 7.00pm.

The thing was, she was late (ha! ) but to cover her tracks she'd drawn a clock face on a bit of card that said 6.04 and stuck it onto her watch.

She's so cute

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Friday night therefore, was spent sat in Kath's Mum's living room, doing a rather interesting logic-puzzle. I had a realisation half-way through us doing it BTW — I was acting in exactly the same way that I do when we do the crossword. Kath and her mum were being very systematic, writing out all the information they knew and cross-referencing it against charts and diagrams — whereas after a point I just started testing ideas out.

When we do the crossword you see, after we've made some inroads into it, I start seeing what words fit in the spaces, then I try to figure out if they work with the clues.

Anyway — I'm sure that's boring for most people, but it interested me

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On Saturday, we spent pretty much the whole day stripping paint of the kitchen door. Several layers of yukky-gloss became the victuim to some serious industrial paint-stripper (tons of the stuff in fact — I don't think Kath realised just how much of the stuff it takes)

It was terribly satisfying BTW — big chunks of blue gloss coming off. We laso attacked the walls which had some rather nasty swirly plaster on them (blue also). It was taking ages until we went out and bought new scrapers — it's amazing how having the right tools really help doing a job.

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Last night we went round to a friends' house and had noodles. Very very very fab noodles. They'd just got the Wagamamma's cook book — and we had dumplings, dips, won-ton, stuff, and rice and things. And more stuff.

As a result, I think the pair of us are absolutely full, even now. ACtually, even more so, because we've just had Kath's Dad round for breakfast.

Poor Kath — she's been running round the house all morning since 8am tidying up and cleaning. I know I had a once-over of the house before my parents came to visit, but I think she almost got herself lost in an obsessive fridge-clean.

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Anyway, I am now shattered. And I think I've earnt myself a lazy day. TO that end, I'm going to loll about for a bit — but I might slip into something more frilly later on, it's been ages since I wore the wedding dress (she muses, whistfully) — and maybe I'll do something to offset my stubble-faux-pas from the other night.

You gotta admit though, the lipstick is pretty good yes? There's about four coats of lipgloss on me in that shot

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OK, I just did a whole new set of pictures. I'm not alltogether sure about the last one — the one of me in the wedding dress — but it's kinda OK.

I think though, I should really clarify something. I am not going Full-time. There are several reasons why I want to be able to look like a girl with just my normal hair, rather than with a wig — not getting an itchy head is a good one to start with.

(I remember being out clubbing with Stef in Atlanta once. My head go so itchy underneath that wig of mine. I had to go outside and take it off)

THere is a little part of me at the moment that's wanting people in the street to notice that I look a bit feminine — but I am (and always will be I guess) a feminine-looking-guy.

I mean, I love wandering round the house, looking like a girl — but that's cos I'm a transvestite. I love getting little praises from other people for my hair — but that's cos I'm a show-off.

I'm not transsexual. I just like being able to pull off looking like a girl.

Geena writes:

Sorry... sort of trying to poke a little fun at you, that's all. You must have a very high metabolism, when you consider the amount of sugar (carbs, calories) that is in just one glass of wine.