Tranny Mentoring

Probably not the first to think of it, and definitely not the last. But what about a list of girls that would be prepared to "mentor" other trannys. I mean, just being there for support, possibly encouraging trannies new to the scene, accompanying them out on their first excursions.

I don't mean this as a systematic way of getting new trannies out on the scene, but where a trannie would like help and encouragement to take those first nerve-wracking steps a mentor could provide moral and practical support.

Of course, it wouldn't be confined to going out - just talking on the phone or meeting in a pub in male mode could make all the difference to a less experienced tranny.

I suppose some may say that this would just encourage and foster the checklist mentality, but I was thinking more of a situation where those in need of encouragement could contact a mentor as and when they feel the need.

How would it work? Well, maybe sites like UK Angels, TV Chix or Roses could provide a mentor field in their databases so that members could indicate their willingness to act as one, and of course "untick" their mentor box as and when so there is no pressure.

Just a thought...

Big Brother and the Media

On account of my two daughters wanting to watch Big Brother last night and my wife having nothing else she wanted to watch I was out-voted. So I put myself through the ordeal.

Apart from the usual drivel two media related issues surfaced that really galled me.

First, let me set the scene. BB told the household that the members must choose three of them to stay in the "luxury" of the main part of the house and eight had to leave and be incarcerated in "squalid" surroundings.

Being the nice bunch that they are they let Ken Russell, Jermaine Jackson and Shilpa stay behind. What they didn't know was that the three left behind would be up for eviction, see where this is going? There's more.

Next, we see Jade and boyfriend enter the house followed shortly by her mother. BB then asked Jade to read out another set of instructions, which ordered the other members in the "squalid" area to wait "hand and foot" on the members in the main area.

Hang in there, we're getting nearer to what pissed me off. Once the members in the squalid area got to find out what was happening Donny decided he wasn't going to let himself in for being made to look stupid, or humiliated - his choice. So he pulls off a clever stunt. He gets another member to give him a "leg up", gets onto the roof and escapes.

And this is when BB comes up with their crass announcement. Donny has forfeited his right to stay in the house, because he has had contact with the outside world. Excuse me, just a minute, Donny left because he didn't want to take part in an arse-hole of a game, which affords sick and purile entertainment for those in need of that sort of "diversion". Good on ya, Donny. It's a shame more people don't get up and walk out of that house. And that's just typical of the media, trying to make themselves look good despite the shit that clings to them.

And let's face it, all BB do, it seems to me, is set up confrontational situations so that the public can enjoy the degradation and humiliation of people who put themselves up for a stay in the house... for whatever reasons.

Secondly, and more laughable is that, according to Jade, the papers have said she's the 25th most influential person in the world, not that she could pronounce the word "influential" and she even said she didn't know what it meant (all credit to her for admitting it). Of course, I'm assuming this nonsense wasn't peddled by the broadsheets, but a.) do we have people in this country that would actually believe that (apart from jade, maybe) and b.) what do these editors have between their ears that such ludicrous statements should be published in the first place?

Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeez. Needless to say you won't find me watching this drivel, unless I'm out-voted again and can't be arsed to go do the washing-up. See, there's a more worthwhile activity - washing-up.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr

Blogspot or Blackspot

Just tried to check out three blogs, all hosted on blogspot.com.

Guess what. They're down. Blogspot is down, again. Reminds me, must do a rant about what you get for nothing, zilch, free - like data allocation running out on free web space. Unreliability, quality of service issues.

Damn, don't have time now...

Time for a bit of housekeeping

It all started with deciding to get rid of the Amazon experiment at the top of my web pages. I had a banner listing a number of books/products.

Amazon have been experimenting with Google-type ads. That is, relevant ones that reflect the content of a page. Well, as far as I can see, it's been a dismal failure; precious few of the ads had any kind of relevancy at all. So out it went.

Next, I thought, add the Google ads back in... and so the half-hearted attempt at a gallery disappeared from the right-hand column and you now have Google back in residence. Must say, relevancy hath returned.

After that I've checked out a few links in my links section and cut adrift the dead wood. I need more time to do a proper job, but at least a start has been made. :)

I've had an idea for the dreaded gallery but in the meantime, as a token gesture, I've added a few piccies to the masthead.

I doubt this blog will get a facelift to bring the design in keeping with the rest of the site. If I was going to that length I'd replace Blogger with a better application, and that'll have to wait.

Slow but sure... :)

New Year's Eve Highlights

The journey down to my niece's place wasn't the disaster it could have been had we taken the suggested AA route (see previous post). And by way of a small detour we drove round Headington and Oxford so my wife could point out the various landmarks to our eldest, should she follow in her mother's footsteps.

It's been a long time since we last visited Oxford, and I'm not sure how well my memory serves me, but there seemed to be a lot more one-way systems than I recall, but then again that could be true of a lot of other cities.

A bit of a trip down memory lane for my wife and I, but the girls were suitably unimpressed, unencumbered by the baggage of nostalgia, whilst we took in Divinity Road, Cowley Road, St. Giles, The Carfax, Randolph Hotel, Blackwells and the Ashmolean, which is undergoing a £49 million redevelopment. Not to mention other buildings that had sprouted since our last visitation.

The wife and I reminisced about students doing moonies on Magdelan Bridge of a May morning (6am and we hadn't been to bed) in front of an unappreciative policeman. Unfortunately, there was no mistaking the looks of boredom from the siblings.

Quitting while we were ahead we headed off south to Reading; this was the most exciting part of the journey as we experienced floods (villages where every door on the high street was sand-bagged) and kamikaze drivers who didn't know the meaning of giveway signs.

The evening consisted of the usual filling of faces, a few decent bottles of red got opened and despatched. Oh, and I got introduced to carpet bowls. An excellent game of skill, at which I was undefeated. Another highlight was the fresh walnuts from the tree in the garden - shop bought just not the same.

We had the obligatory champagne at midnight and fell into bed about 2am. I awoke at 8am to the smell of fresh baked bread wafting into the bedroom: Not this "shove it in the oven for 20 minutes" crap, properly baked bread, using a Panasonic SD253. Apparently, the only decent bread making device available on the market at the moment. And with the plum jam from my sister's garden, aided and abetted by freshly ground coffee in a mug. I think I can safely say breakfast doesn't come much better than that.

For lunch, another culinery delight was the broccoli soup and freshly baked bread to go with it. My niece's partner can definitely cook. And since they are the nearest central geographical location for the extended family I can see a few more New Year's Eve's being spent there - result.

Now, what have we got to look forward to in 2007? A diet?