Killing An Arab

It was actually a wheeze thought up by Jo Nicholls. Everyone drop into their post Transpocalyse reports a mention of Siobhan and the Arab to see what would happen. People did, Siobhan bit and it was great and now it's over. But I've had the Cure song running through my head ever since the weekend, hence the title.

When we hit the bar next door to the hotel, Milano's at 6:35 I heard a disheartened wail from Becky, "We are the only one's here"

"Sit down, don't worry, I'll get us a drink, they are just being fashionably late"

For a wee while Becky was "the only tranny in Milano's" but eventually the rest started to arrive.

All in all only staggering over to the Chinese restaurant 20 minutes later than we said we would was pretty impressive. The larger the group the higher the cat herding properties are, tranny or non tranny.

I've seen office does fall through because it is impossible to get 10 people organised enough to go out on the same night and we all live in the same area. That Becky managed to get a group of about 20 people from all across the country into the restaurant less than an hour late is stunning.

There isn't much more to say really that hasn't been said by now, it was great to meet people who I've only seen as pixels on a monitor. And it was especially nice to meet Steph Angel's partner Tracy, it's women like her and mini Sophie who remind me that I'm not mad or weird or wrong for enjoying going out with a tranny.