Erm, what else to write...

Once again I had the unique pleasure of teaming up with Vicky Valentine for the trip to Trans-mission, so I suppose I could just cut and paste the blurb from Vicky's site (she always manages to get her pics up before me!) but that would be cheating. And it'd probably say something like

"I spent the night DJ-ing, hostessing,
and being tall and fabulous"

and people would kind of guess it wasn't me writing it. I'm not particularly tall.

One of the highlights of the evening for me was meeting up with a load of friends for a meal beforehand. Regulars to the pics section (are there any?) will probably remember I did the same thing last week. But this time it was different as

1. They were mostly my friends (unlike the week before where they were mostly Vicky's friends, although a jolly nice group of people). Big up to Becky, Jessica, Joanna, Shannon, Sophie, Stacey and the rest of the Carluccio's Posse.
2. They were all trannies (apart from one genetic girl who didn't turn up, and thus can be counted as a statistical anomaly).
3. It was Italian food, not French food. I had sausage and lentils. It was remarkably brown.

Aaaaaanyway, don't have any pictures of the meal yet, so here's some piccies of Vicky and me before I left to stuff my face, and she left to create the magic that is Transmission (inside scoop - one of the ingredients of the formula is Bombay Mix).