Published Photographer

One of my many roles as a Tranny Wallah is to wield the camera when Becky is ready for her "close ups, but not too close darlink." I don't really mind as I enjoy photography and bossing Becky about. So when the Norwich Evening News asked Becky to supply some photos to illustrate the feature about her it was inevitable that at least one of my photos would get sent along. That didn't stop it being really quite freaky to look at the NEN online this lunchtime and see my picture above the fold on the front page.



Nothing I've done has ever been published before and I'm finding it odd to think that the picture what I took will be looked at by thousands of people and become landfill or wrappings for fish and chips and that's a rather weird feeling.

That and having my name changed to Lucy to "protect the innocent" has been all rather exciting. All I need now is a plain clothes policeman in a homburg to ask me for "just the facts Ma'am" and my day will be totally made!

Pass My Congratulations

One thing that was odd on Saturday was a couple of people made comments along the line of "Pass my congratulations on to Simon when you see him." I sort of know what they meant, I think, and I know it was meant kindly to avoid any possible offence. Names, identities and referring to alter egos can be a real minefield in tranny circles, but it did seem odd.

Because for me there is no real difference between Becky and Simon, it is just a way of presenting the same person to the world but putting emphasis on different facets. A bit like those picture books I used to see as a child, where there would be a picture and depending on the colour of the cellophane put over it, either green or red, different bits would be highlighted so instead of just seeing a lion you would see either a lion eating an ice cream or a lion smiling and licking his lips.

In Becky's case the red cellophane shows a lass swinging her pants to the Pussy Cat Dolls, the green shows a chap swaying slightly to Ben Folds, its the same person just different elements brought to the fore. And I'm getting married to that person, it doesn't really matter what they are called to me he/she is the one I love.

Been To A Halloween Party

We had a great time, eat, drank and danced moderately. There isn't much more to say than that (mostly because I'm crap at describing parties) but there are lots of lovely photos here.

It Is Almost The Weekend - I Am Losing My Voice

Bex and I are going up to Derby this weekend too, for a fancy dress party at Sophie's. I am going as a lady pirate I have asked Becky to see if she can find me talking parrot for me, preferably one that can say "Another drink, for me? Why thank you very much" I'm not sure how much luck Bex will have finding one in King's Lynn.

This evening Miss K's new band Deathline will be playing their first gig at the Hope and Anchor pub, Islington. Their myspace area is here for downloads and stuff. Unfortunately I can't go as poverty (end of the month) and having to slave as a Tranny Wallah™ for Bex. I have to make a tutu more sticky out I made the basic one last night but it now needs the embellishments but I managed to break two sewing machine needles in the process so will have to finish it tonight.

I'm not sure how old my sewing machine is, my grandmother gave it to me about 10 years ago and I think she got it second hand, it's a singer machine the body of it is metal I'm thinking early 60's late 50s. It's very basic it doesn't have the switches and knobs for all the fancy stitching but that suits me as I'm a basic and infrequent seamstress, straight lines joining things together no need for me to do much more.

Update - just had a phone call from Becky all pirate stuff has been sold out in King's Lynn so I am no longer going to be doing my Johnny Depp Impression I'm gonna be a witch! which is nice.

It's "Wear It Pink" day today I'm not wearing pink (I don't have anything pink that's suitable) I still got churned for money this morning. I don't mind the fund raising it's a very laudable cause though so is prostate cancer, the most commonly diagnosed cancer in men in the UK and I don't see any "Wear It Blue" days going on which is a shame as men's health issues tend not to get the exposure that they should do.

No I don't mind giving to various charities at all what I mind is the sense of enforced jollity and "you must join" in about it. I don't want to, I don't like the ostentatiously wacky fund raising for charity and I loathe with a passion all these sponsored treks for charity. That's someones holiday dressed up as being altruistic. It is bollocks. It's a puritan streak in me I know, but I just feel that people making a big song and dance about the "charidy" they are doing are more interested in getting the kudos than the cause, I also think there is something wrong in people expecting to get something in return for giving to charity above and beyond the inner glow of knowing that you've done something right. No doubt I'm not being realistic but it's how I feel

Singing In The Rain

It's been raining for the last few days, the grass has recovered everywhere is greening up nicely, any festivals happening this weekend are likely to be a bit quagmire like. Because of this Bex and I have decided to blow Pink out, it's hard to look fabulous when standing in a muddy park so we've decided to be fabulous elsewhere.

When I visit Becky I have to catch the train to Peterborough then to King's Lynn, changing at Ely. Yesterday at the first station there were loads of festival attending types milling about on the platform including one lass who was wearing a non descript fleece, incy-wincy denim hot pants, silver sparkly tights and bright purple wellies.

Due to the thunderstorms we had my train into Ely arrived three minutes after the Lynn train pulled out. I rang Bex to let her know I would be late, mad, romantic fool that she is she said "Hold still, I'll come and collect." So I sat down with a Stella and the Guardian and watched the rainbows come and go. (Ely has a very civilised railway station don't ya know)

Half an hour later just as the Lynn train was leaving my mobile buzzed again. "Can you get the train to Downham Market? The traffic is awful"

"Nope, train's just pulling out"

"Oh"

But these are things are part and parcel of being mad romantic fools and I did get to see Becky three minutes earlier than if I had caught the train. :-D

Monday

Well the weather wasn't completely awful over the weekend, Sunday was quite nice but today was miserable unseasonably grey and dreick. It was so depressing that all I wanted to do was snuggle up in a duvet so I rang my boss at Peterborough Railway Station and asked for the day off. She said yes, which was nice, so mainly today I've done bugger all of nothing and it's been bliss.

I do have to think about what I'm gonna wear to Pink (Picnic) next Saturday (if wet stay in Kings Lynn) Not because I want to make a huge impression, I've discovered over the last year the chances of doing that when out with a tranny are minimal even if I wanted to! 30 something women are a common sight in Cambridge, 30 something trannies are not so ;) I really enjoy standing back a little and watching people's reactions to Becky. I get plenty of chances to be the bright butterfly when we go out with Bex is in Bob mode. Nah it's the weather and what to wear on my feet.

It's gonna be strange going to Pink with Becky because last year that's where I went to meet her I didn't really know her then, I do now.

Yep it's gonna be weird.

But in a good way.

Bring Me Sunshine

Being a contrary Brit who likes nothing better than a good whinge about the weather - What the bloody hell happened to August? Don't know about where you are but here in Kings Lynn it is anything but sunny and more than a tad chilly.

I did not come prepared all my clothes are suitable to summer, I had to borrow one of Becky's jackets, this is where going out with a tranny has its advantages, the jacket I borrowed buttoned up on the correct side rather than being some misshapen coat that screamed loudly of "Borrowed Off The Boyfriend."


Bex and I did a quick trip round town, including a wander round M&S, they have some rather nice shoes in their new collection I didn't buy but it will do next time and retired back home to the warmth and safety of Chez EnVérité.

We've tried to recreated to create the warmth of Old El Paso with Chilli and Long Island Iced Teas but the cicadas are not singing yet. The rain is still streaming down I can see the grass greening up through the gloom.

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Save it, Smiley, originally uploaded by nytejade.

Becky and I were chatting on IM this evening about useful shorthands for showing that something is amusing. Bex had just published the second in her Tranny and TV series and it's rather good I think, I thought the first one was very good as well and commented "snigger" as that's what I did when I read it, but that didn't go down too well as Bex thought that I hadn't really found it very funny.

The problem is that with over use of various shorthands on the internet to show amusement it takes a ROFL!!!! to know that you've raised a slight smile. What is needed to reverse this inflation is a campaign to insert a few TLAs and phrases to cover from stoney silence to injury threatening laughter. Thing is I'm not having much luck coming up with any ideas. "That Made Me Smile And Snort To Myself Quietly 'Cos It Was Amusing", doesn't really roll of the tongue and as a TLA it's shocking.

Friday

I can't really think of a title and as I'm doing this blog at work, in an open plan office, during my lunch, I want to be done fairly quickly.

Remember the miserable drummer girl from Saturday? Well Becky discovered that she did cheer up eventually. Here

I meant to blog last night but I got sucked into Thursday night happy hour hell at the work social club. It was a good night out but perhaps a mistake, though I feel fine now. When I woke up this morning I thought I had killed my mobile phone as it appeared dead even when I plugged it into the charger, eventually it came back to life but it was a scary for a moment or two.

Teachers

Becky and I were discussing teachers' names the other night, sometimes kismit just happens and the teacher's name suits them down to the ground. I had a chemistry teacher called Mr Polichemi and Becky had a physics teacher called Mr Sparks. It's a shame that the other teachers didn't have suitable names for their subjects or personalities. But hey we were bored so we thought of some.

Mr EthicalDilemmia for RE

Mrs SuspectNazi for PE

Becky suggested Mr BoredGayGuy for Music.

I had a Mr BurstIntoTearsAtAnyMoment for French and a

Mrs I'veGotLovelyTitsWouldYouLikeToLookDownMyTopBoys for German - she was popular.

Mr CompleteAndUtterContemptForTheHeadmaster for Deputy Head.

Email Me You So and Sos

Thanks to the fantastic Becky I now have a Gmail account for the blog so you all have to use it, I want questions about me I will ignore the sicky ones, unless they make me laugh and then you will have to risk being humiliated in front of my readers
So come on guys and girls ask me a question about me, so go on you know is isn't that scary.

Another Useful Blogging Tool

The hard working people, Ok Becky with too much time on her hands, has come up with a useful tool to help name or re-name blogs. Click here to see which name she has advised me to use. HERE

Phew

You'll be pleased to hear that



It's a weight off my mind!

I recommend visiting Becky's website it's beautifully put together, very funny and a far better blog than mine.

But just one word of warning don't visit if you think that men who wear dresses are weird and need help.