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I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.

Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...

Journeys Are Always Ever-So-Slightly Eventful

I have been to London, as the increasingly random (and sweary) photographs from yesterday have probably indicated (sorry about those BTW — I was a bit drunk). It was a bit of an inpromptu trip — hence me not letteing anyone know that I was coming down, and completely failing to catch up with a large list of people I need to see.

(Sorry)

As well as inpromptu, it was also full of Interesting Things™ — things that will take me a little while to put into words.

While I'm doing that though, I thought I'd just mention a small incident with my car...

On the way down, I noticed a rather odd shuddering at a certain speed (just below 80, for what it's worth). It was strange, but she's an old(ish) car, so I figured this was just the start of Puntosenility.

Or something.

Anyway, the traffic out of London this afternoon was a bit shite to be honest. I was stuck at 10mph on the M25 for a large period of time (in the rain), so you can imagine my joy as I hurtled off the slip road onto the (clearer) M40.

As I did, I noticed the shuddering again — but this time I wasn't doing 80, I was doing 50. And the suddering was a lot worse.

And it kept getting worse — the more I drove, the louder the noises got, the more the car shook, and the more concerned I got.

By Junction 4 (she said, trying to be as accurate and documentary as possible), it was so bad that I gave up on the idea of trying to reach the safety of the next services, and pulled off to find a layby.

God, it was awful. "bangbangbangbangjudderbangbangbangjudder" ... but only when I was moving — so, theorising that I had a flat tyre again, I prepared myself for the next 200 miles with my shitty 'space-saver' spare tyre.

(Crap those things, aren't they?)

But it wasn't flat. Nor were any of the others. Four firm bouncy wheels I had.

:unsure:

I opened the bonnet, to see if anything was loose in there, but no. I hunted around the wheels to see if anything was trapped or catching, but no. I even checked the air filter (because it was the only thing I could bring myself to do in the rain), but no.

It was while I was checking the wheels again — just in case — that I noticed, well, something was missing:

One missing, one tight, and two on the brink of falling off. Had I not stopped when I did, I'm pretty sure that the wheel would have fallen off within a mile or two.

...

You know those checks they advise you to do before a long journey — oil, water, that sort of thing? They never tell you to check that your wheels aren't about to fall off...

Of course not! That would just worry you...

Kris J

Brands Describe People (2)

Sorry, I should have written this yesterday, but I was too busy shovelling red wine down my neck and didn't have a laptop or internet connection.

Alternatively, I should have been so bloody trigger-happy with my mobile and waited until I could write about it before I posted that photo of me and Miss K's cigarette packets. Perhaps.

The whole point behind that picture wasn't just that we were randomly arranging fag-packets on a bar table, it was that while we were doing it, I suddenly realised that K's blog looks just like a packet of Camels, and mine looks like a packet of Marlboro.

(In that it's red and white. Kinda)

you forgot the jar of mayonnaise, though it was a bit contrived...

April Angell

See, I didn't actually get the "April's website is like a jar of mayonnaise" thing :unsure: I was more concerned about trying to look good for your camera :wink:

Recognition At Last

Blogging for me, is just attention-seeking through text. So you can imagine my delight to have this pop into my inbox earlier...

Hello Siobhan

I'm very pleased to report that your site has made it into Virgin Trains' CyberPatrol list of banned sites. I've just tried to have a look at your blog from work and get the following messge
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Access to this website is locked
<Default>

Reason:
The website contains inappropriate links.

Category:
Adult/Sexually Explicit
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Excellent :smile: Now that I've been filtered out, classed as "Sexually Explicit", and don't have to worry about the kiddies seeing Things That Might Upset Them Or Heaven Forbid Open Their Eyes To A Truly Wonderful World Outside Of Their Daily Mail Reading Parents' Tedious And Dull Lives™, I'm free to tell you all what I got up to at the weekend...

"Reason:

The website contains inappropriate links."

So, next all the sites that link to your site will be blocked because they contain inappropriate links... and eventually every site on the planet (apart from Transformation who only ever link to themselves) will be blocked! Yay! :smile: