Tranny Feet the sequel

One of the photos on this blog gets me traffic at a steady rate; a very steady rate in fact, I would say at least one hit a day often more. It happened by accident I didn't know that there was an audience for this but there is, so purely in the interests of science I present more tranny feet.

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.

Robotic Dalek Halloween Pumpkin

Want. One.

How to make - Robotic Dalek Pumpkin

Picture by Oskay

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

Autumn, bloody autumn

I was gonna blog at about the clocks changing this weekend and how I liked going home in the dark with the glow of lights of houses, shops and street lamps to guide me home. How I like the cosy feeling it gives me and how it reminds me of being a small child, learning why my red coat looked odd in the sodium light thrown out on the streets of Edinburgh at night.

Basically I was going to do about 150 words on how lovely autumn was, but it was pissing it down this evening as I went home, I got thoroughly soaked and cold and I felt miserable.

Then I remembered Torchwood was on BBC2 tonight - double bill.

Yay it's not the complete dog I was worried about.

First episode introduced the Torchwood team through the eyes of an innocent outsider who will become one of the team by the end of the episode. A stock introduction to many a new series so sit back and enjoy how they do it rather than whys of the plot. Episode two of the series was another stock episode outline "Newbie's first, disasterish day at work" So again sit back and enjoy and I did, muchly.

Torchwood may be more adult in theme and tone: swearing, orgasmic energy, some violence and on screen suicide at it's heart it is pure joyous entertainment rather than challenging, stroky beardie Drama. But that's entertainment with a capital E, very high production values, a witty script and a good cast. And they managed to make Cardiff look sexy which is a bit of a feat so props to the editors.

It's going to be an OK autumn after all.

Haddock Or... Kipper

We saw Mitchell and Webb tonight in Peterborough. Si got us good seats not too far back on the aisle, great for the sprint to the bar during the interval and I can recommend the Broadway for having very comfy seats with plenty of leg room. But enough of the incidentals, on with the show.

We laughed until we almost had minor accidents. Although some of the sketch endings were a bit abrupt, perhaps a sign that they haven't quite gained their stage show legs yet, it was ver' funny. Many of the sketches from the TV series were there in an expanded form, "Are We The Baddies?" Numberwang and "Oooh,That's a Bad Miss" they also staged sketches from the radio: a complete joy was their film about cricket.

Yes, Sir Digby Ceaser Chicken did appear as did "Big Talk", twice. The second time round it was after the interval and it was "audience participation time" remember the

Si got us good seats not too far back on the aisle

Well it turns out that they were not far enough back, as I found out with a microphone thrust under my nose and orders to ask the boffins "A BIG QUESTION"

I Don't Have BBC3 - Take Two

So could everybody refrain from blogging, commenting or showing screen shots of Torchwood until after it has been shown on BBC2 on Wednesday?

I thank you.