Resplendent in pink wig and PVC dress, a tranny wins the UK contest. See link below:
Sadly the BBC were the only media who used female pronouns, even the Guardian and the Independent described her as him.
To me this shows the baser side of human nature, where we see things and want to possess them and of course it's so much better to have something stuck on your wall than have it roaming free to do what nature made it for. Or is that what humans are for, destroying the beauty of the world in their selfish pursuits? I'm sure I came to the wrong frigging planet, next time I want to go to one with intelligent life forms on it.
Oh no - talk about shatter a girl's illusions. See the link.
Sorry to disappoint my regulars, but I left home at 8.00am to go dormousing - the last of the season, and thence to my ex's house, where she had some jobs for me to do, and to take her shopping to places she can't easily go - she has no car.
We were late back to her house and were scolded by our daughter for our lack of punctuality. We then went off to a carvery for dinner, which ran late so I didn't leave to come home until after 9.00pm facing a two hour or more drive in the dark.
It was The Sun what broke it - the story that is. It happened in Mexico apparently, or so the tranny 'model/prostitute' claims, it's being denied by the footballer of course. Decide for yourself, and picture of the alleged model - very feminine looking.
Today we say goodbye to Hazel, my aunt and godmother. It's going to be tough on me, so I don't know what sort of state I shall be in later and therefore can't comment on whether or not I'll be able to do the next episode of Bike.
Apologies for last night, but I went to pay my personal respects and it took quite a lot out of me. Today, I am next of kin and presumably leading the mourning. I'm presenting a celebration of Hazel's life which I hope won't be too depressing, after all she had a wicked sense of humour and very dirty laugh. I shall try and remember both in the days ahead.
...Is what happens in between making plans and realising them. Mine has been rather fraught since my aunt, who has lived with me since 1987, was taken ill during the Gabycon and gave extra stress - I ran on adrenalin for a few days.
She still isn't right and being elderly, this could become a chronic thing or worse, something life threatening. Meanwhile I'm trying to work full time, do the household chores and some writing when I have time.
It's all time consuming and stressful, so if Bike doesn't appear, it's because either something has worsened or I'm too cream crackered to write.
The headline just about says it all. The weather gods were mostly beneficent, except I got ice cream in my hair walking across Lulworth Cove thanks to the breeze. The pictures on Maddy's site show the area in which I'm privileged to live, so I hope you have a look at them.
Plus there's the continuation of the race Drew began in the previous episode - it's a corker!
For those too lazy to find the site, here's a link:
Owing to simple logistics, I can't promise to be able to have time to write Bike while helping with the Gabycon, so I'm warning/apologising in advance.
I am half way through a new Gaby short story, for the event which I expect will be posted here eventually. As well as this, scribbling Bike and running about, working full time, having my house knocked about and being a paw-maiden to two cats - I have plenty of time.
Maddy has posted a new episode and there is news of the 2010 Gabycon here in Dorchester.
There's still spaces for people to come - it should be fun, with new material from Maddy and myself, age is no barrier from 9-99years will be welcome, especially if they bring their bicycles.
See the link but hurry, it's nearly here.
At last I've been able to get back on my bike and do a little ride - only 27 miles with no real hills, so I feel a lot better. My wound is still weeping, which exercise has probably increased, but it did wonders for the rest of me. Anyway, it's on the mend and I feel much better about it.
For those like me who've been waiting with bated breath for the next Gabysode, the good news is Maddy has posted one. Click on the link.
Every woman who cycles experiences abuse from male motorists and pedestrians, I've been happy slapped and shouted at, but I'd never have had the nerve to do what Dawn Foster did - she started blogging about it on a website called - you'll love this - 101 wankers.
See the link to the story on the Guardian's web site.
For those of you who enjoy my scribbles, it might please you to know that our practice nurse thinks I'll live a bit longer, after she checked my leg. It still bloody hurts, especially when standing up from sitting or sitting from standing. Which means I'm on sick leave for the next day or two. Dunno which is worse the boredom from inaction, or the pain when I try to move.
Sitting at a computer probably doesn't help especially when I try to get up afterwards.
I suppose using such a story title for so long was tempting providence - so today, I did just that, fell off my bike. I have two rather painful knees, but at least I've stopped the bleeding now.
As the time goes on I'm finding some new bruises and aches and pains, including my left wrist and thumb - both of which I've injured before.
The concern of motorists is breathtaking, they just drove past while I'm standing at the roadside dripping blood everywhere. Thankfully, I was out with friends, so managed to get home and do some first aid to myself.
Apart from the fact this character sounds totally unsavoury, his name is Brown, and there is a delightful line which starts, 'Brown is black...' as in Afro-caribbean.
I hope the link works.
I try to keep the cycling element of Bike as fairly realistic as I can, and although Cathy gets into scrapes, she's so far pulled through. Cycling is not without risk, even for the experienced rider.
One of our club, a very fit 76 yr old, died on Sunday morning doing a time trial when he ran into the back of an abandoned car - always a risk when you're racing, especially time trialling. It's just difficult to believe I was talking to him the day before.
The only consolation is that he died doing something he loved, maybe he's the lucky one.
They are now calling her a transsexual supermodel, this offering from the Observer is quite reasonable.
She brings a certain something extra to her portfolio.
Sorry, too tired to write tonight, my IBS has been playing up and I'm just knackered, not to put too fine a point on it. Hopefully the saga will continue tomorrow.
To both my readers:
I will be away on holiday from tomorrow for a week. I'm staying in the UK - actually up in the Lake District at a friend's house. I will try and post a few episodes, but can't promise anything as I don't think my dongle will work - my friend's house doesn't have good mobile reception.
Normal service will be resumed when I get home - I did ask Bonzi to cover for me, but he declined, threatening to kill all my characters, 'cos I'm not taking him with me - can't get his bike in the car (or that's what I told him).
Or has the front page changed with larger type on the elements, age and so on? I'm sure it looks larger and has become italicised - or do I need my eyes tested.
Pension rights and transsexualism new ruling by appeal court. See link to the Guardian.
This looks interesting, hope the links work.
Part 2 was up today.
Have a look see.
According to the Daily Telegraph, the latest research suggests that modern students have less empathy than those of twenty or thirty years ago. See what you think.
Either that or international pressure does work - Sometimes. What am I on about? Malawi has pardoned the gay couple who wanted to get engaged. Either way, the two young men are to be released, so I'm glad for them. See the link below.
The link is to a story posted on the BBC website. Despite supposed equal rights, the hijras of Pakistan and India still get a raw deal compared to more Western societies.
It came and went, no big deal - like most birthdays after thirty. I've spent somewhere between one and two thousand hours writing it, over a period of about two years and ten months. Now I have to decide what I want to do with it.
There are loads of loose ends to tie up, which is just like a real person who dies, or like we all have everyday, so there are always plenty of plot lines to follow or I could end it where it is - if the latter, as it's written in the first person, there would be no more, the narrator is no more. I know I tried that before and popular demand resurrected her.
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