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...
Life's Little Essentials
Oh, it was all supposed to be incredibly easy. I mean, how hard could it be to gather together a few essential items to spend a couple of nights in a new flat.
Last night, I filled a little crate with some things — kettle, plate, cutlery, wine, coffee. You know — the usual stuff. I piled some bedding and some clothes into bin bags, and this morning loaded up the car and set off (leaving two confused cats wondering why they had to sleep all day on a bare bed).
It was a beautiful drive over this morning — the sky was streaked with wispy clouds, the sun just poking through (befre I hit the fog over the Pennines that is). Cars and lorries seemed to melt out of my way as I thundered throough the country roads — a present, perhaps, for one of my last journeys along that way to work.
It was in Long Preston though, that disaster struck. Or rather, the realisation of disaster struck.
I dunno what it was that sprung the thought into my mind, but suddenly, I knew I'd forgotten something.
Something important.
I didn't pack the bloody corkscrew
Arse 
Does it have anything about how to roll a cigarette without any tobacco? I left my fags at home too 
As disasters go, hardly major league... quick visit to the offie and you can fix both I'd have thought?
I know someone who moved about 700 miles, arrived at the new place. Found they'd left the keys behind. Ouch.
Lots of good wine comes with screw caps now.....
Although it's probably sad to admit that I keep a corkscrew in my laptop bag for just such an emergency....
No problem — just chop through the neck of the bottle with your samurai sword.
You did remember to pack... 
Currantly
Unless that's some kind of odd upside down bottle of wine, it would appear your survival instincts won through in the end....
rachel
Heck, jusy discovered something good happening around here by another creative tranny.... and your off to Leeds. Really.
Haylee
I told the Mrs: no more beer! I'm fed up of my tum leading the way...
So, passing a beer distributor, I popped in and bought a case of Sam Adams.
What a Mrs: she's too polite to mention the discrepancy. 
Carolyn Ann
are there no shops in long preston?
Hello my name is Siobhan Curran. I do not appreciate you having a website dedicated to transexuals under my name. I would appreciate you removing this website from the internet. Sorry for any inconvenience caused. Thank you!
Hmm, the website is called "tranniefesto", and you say the website shares your name. I would have that that, were you not actually a tranny of some description, you would quite possibly have changed your name from that by deed poll by now.
I agree though, it must suck to have had your parents name you that. Gotta love parents with a sense of humour, eh?
http://www.wikihow.com/Open-a-Wine-Bottle-Without-a-Corkscrew
(Although I like the idea that I wouldn't have a corkscrew, but would have a screw, screwdriver, and pair of pliers, just, you know, lying around...)