Hello 
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...
I is old
You slag
I am a cheap whore
rachel
Gnnn
From that noise,it sounds like a good time was had. Hope it all went well.
Mission Accomplished
Despite evidence to the contrary, I did indeed manage to walk out of the doors of the Campanille Hotel yesterday evening, fully made up and in my ever so cutesy outfit, not completely wasted as I have been known to be in the past.
Granted, we'd all had a couple of drinks in the bar earlier, and a bottle of wine over dinner, but I actually surprised myself by how sober I was as we trotted across the road to Pink Punters.
I could, therefore, give you a blow-by-blow account of the night, but I'll spare you that. It was though, great to see Becky
, Jane
and Joanna
again, and also fab to meet up (at last) with Isobel ![]()
I also managed to remember how I got back to the hotel when we left. I remember it quite vividly in fact — Jo standing near the hotel entrance, wondering where my handbag was, then the pair of us traipsing back to the club to flutter our eyelashes at the bouncers so that we could go back in and find where I'd left it.
Tell you what though, it was very quite at Angelic last night
— at least, it was in the upstairs bit. Every other time I've been there the place has been crammed with trannies, but — and this is probably got a lot to do with BNO being on the night before — there was just a smattering of us.
Which was nice, actually, because we all got to have a decent chat around a table ![]()
(Meeting up with other bloggers is a lot of fun. You all get to bitch about things you'd never write on'tintarweb
)
Thank you, then, for the texts reminding me not to get drunk
However, I do wish someone had reminded me that I can't dance...
Cunard
Sorry, I just really love this dress
Elizabeth My Dear
Cunard? Is that some clever pun on the dress being empire-line? Or am I just over-thinking things?
/me nods
It's a pun, not sure how actually clever it is though ![]()
And there was me thinking that the pun was "I have to work for Cunard to look this good". ![]()
Oh, very good ![]()










Ha ha
/Nelson.
/Speedqueen — I can talk. Umm.