Go North West, young tranny!
Well, I've just had a long bath and dumped about three pounds of keratin into Anglia Water's sewerage system, and I've spend the rest of the evening trying on outfits. It can mean only one thing.
Think of that bit in every bloody wildlife documentary about Africa ever where you see the first raindrops thud into the dusty ground, and then it cuts to an extremely pissed off and bedraggled looking cheetah in a downpour and the voice-over man whispers "the rainy season returns at last".
The drought has ended. Well, maybe lifted for a bit.
I've blogged about sponsoring Sparkle, written guides and poetry about it, but I don't think I've actually said in my blog that I'm going yet.
Yes, I will be there. Look for me on the "Trannies Who Aren't Nearly as Good Looking or Interesting in Person as They Appear To Be Online" float. We'll be coming down Princess Street at around 14.00 hours.
Seriously though, folks. Look out for me and come up and say "hi" if you see me. I'll probably be in one of the clubs or something. I dunno. I've planned nothing.
Oh, and the usual caveats apply: I either won't recognise you or I'll have forgotten your name. I could keep pretending that this is because I'm a bit ditsy and forgetful, but it's actually because I really do think that I'm more important than anyone else. As you probably suspected.
;-)
Think of that bit in every bloody wildlife documentary about Africa ever where you see the first raindrops thud into the dusty ground, and then it cuts to an extremely pissed off and bedraggled looking cheetah in a downpour and the voice-over man whispers "the rainy season returns at last".
The drought has ended. Well, maybe lifted for a bit.
I've blogged about sponsoring Sparkle, written guides and poetry about it, but I don't think I've actually said in my blog that I'm going yet.
Yes, I will be there. Look for me on the "Trannies Who Aren't Nearly as Good Looking or Interesting in Person as They Appear To Be Online" float. We'll be coming down Princess Street at around 14.00 hours.
Seriously though, folks. Look out for me and come up and say "hi" if you see me. I'll probably be in one of the clubs or something. I dunno. I've planned nothing.
Oh, and the usual caveats apply: I either won't recognise you or I'll have forgotten your name. I could keep pretending that this is because I'm a bit ditsy and forgetful, but it's actually because I really do think that I'm more important than anyone else. As you probably suspected.
;-)
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Though it will explain your mutterings about a pissed off milk man, "hot" full fat milk and a quick paint job down Nobby's spray you like! I thought you were just playing grand theft auto again.
Nah Jane, that just means she's gonna get drunk and fall in the canal.
Looking forward to seeing you two. I've planned nothing as well. I am sure we can be aimless together ;-)
Well, you know. someone has to. Bless
"Ahh, Mis-tah Spah-kl!"
"Konnichiwa."
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Kaye and I are sitting this one out. I had a wonderful time at the last one though. You had just gotten off of a flight to be there I seem to remember.
I am a bit worried about next week myself, seeing as I am required to go dangerously near Kings Lynn.
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