Friday, 31 July 2015

My Greatest Weakness

Hello, how are you?

What is your greatest weakness?

How on earth do you answer a question like that? Well the textbook answer would be to describe how you had a weakness but overcame it. Another way would be the pat "well I work too hard" or make them regret asking and start listing them one by one. I suspect they really don't want to know your weakness much like that time you were asked how you were doing and spent 20 minutes talking about your hay feever and allergies, while they looked increasingly desperate to move away while making the mental note never to ask you anything ever again. It's hard for most people to admit any vulnerability even if they recognise them. My personal wall is quite sturdy but it has its weak points and I'm going to do my best not to tell someone whose going to have a position of authority over me.

So what's the point? You'll have to ask the asker.

Saturday, 27 June 2015

Charity Bin

Hello, being busy, which is not a bad thing.

I'm also a year older and a year further away from partying long into the night, although come to think of it, I never was that person. So what to do on an idle Saturday night, lie on the settee and eat a cheesecake while searching for a good film on tv or try on a few dresses and outfits. They all still fit, though not all work on me and have been moved on to a charity bin. They were not expensive purchases more Primark than premium and its good to have a regular check, if only to give the wardrobe breathing space.

One big story was Vanity Fair deciding to put a 65 year old, from some programme I don't watch, on their cover, for some reason this kept a lot of trans commentators in work and lets hope it leads to many more older people, especially women, becoming more visible on magazine covers not just those they mocked up themselves.

Sunday, 3 May 2015

May

We are already into May, daylight in the evening and spring cleaning. So for the first time in a while the desk I'm writing on was not cluttered with assorted leads, bits of paper, cups and dozens of totally random things. I've also been going through my email in-boxes deleting things like old Amazon receipts from the mid 2000's (did I really pay that much for a 4gb memory stick). I also found some old photos I squirreled away and thought were lost to time. Including some early photo's of me in a blond wig (so cliché, I know), and my first time out, which I've written about before, to drift into trans cliche #427, I don't take as many pictures as I did.

Also at the moment its hard to move without running into a senior politician paying some visit into town, along with the resulting delays and obstructions. Both seats in this town are marginal constituencies meaning locals have a disproportionate influence in who governs Britain, so God help the rest of Britain. Not that Swindonians have been using this opportunity, being more likely to moan about the long delays it causes. It's not as though they'd be able to get anywhere near them if they did.

Personally I've already made up my mind and sent away my postal vote, not out of any love for them, more out of dislike for the other lot.

Saturday, 4 April 2015

Face\Off

Seeing the Facebook ads, I'm not sure who they're trying to get on-board, surely we've reached peak Facebook and those who haven't, will never have an account much like those few remaining people who don't have a mobile phone wear the fact that they don't have a mobile like a badge of pride.

Visiting again recently I'm reminded of all the things that bug me about the site, the constant prompting to spill out your life history, interests and location. The fact it insists it knows what news it wants to show on its feed better than you. That it wants you to treat brands as friends. I consider Coca-Cola a very successful company over many years that sells many brands including a sticky sugary liquid which also comes in a cherry variety I like, alongside very well storied anti union practises and environmental abuses. Not a friend I want to have a interaction with.

Admittedly most of these complaints could be targeted at any social media site or social media in general. I add finally, so as not to appear that I'm some grumpy middle aged person, recently I saw a video about parents of trans children using social media for help, advice and support and I could pick on many other examples.

Sunday, 8 March 2015

Coate

After my body has finished every fevery, ache and my nose discharges the last of what has felt like litres of snot. I took a walk round Coate on the eastern edge of town. Unlike my friend my choice of footwear wasn't entirely suitable for the muddy areas not entirely wrong like the individual who attempted to climb a mountain in a pair of flip flops but I could have chosen better. That said it's a perfectly delightful walk anytime of the year.


These days the only creatures on the diving board are birds, nobody has been allowed to leap off for many years because of safety though some have tried since especially during a heat wave, I presume thats the reason for the small wall added at the bottom. Its a listed building as an example of inter war diving platforms and a recognisable landmark.

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

There Should Be Some Bad Pun Involving Breasts Here

Image result for tom o'connorIt was 30 years ago BBC One were showing Miss United Kingdom presented by Tom O'Connor, soon afterwards the incoming controller Michael Grade dropped all beauty contests from the channel recognising the nation's tastes had changed and BBC television had to modernise with it. Today the nation's tastes have moved away from topless photographs of women compared to the days when beauty contests attracted big ratings on British TV and Page Three in The Sun became so wildly popular even The Daily Mirror briefly introduced its own version.

Long suffering readers of this blog may remember I wrote about the anti Page Three campaign a few years ago, and my opinion hasn't changed it seems only to remain out of stubbornness. Nor is it anti feminist to defend Page Three. Although some seek to dismiss opponents with valid points of topless photos by using words like feminazi I feel like giving up and changing my mind. There should be a special version of Godwins law which not only means your argument is lost but a hand comes out the screen and slaps you. I would like to call it Lucy's law, because I'm egotistical like that.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Resolutions Without Snappy Titles

As I've previously noted January is a rotten time to make resolutions. In this north Atlantic island it still is dark and gloomy for the majority of the day instead of people taking a dry January, presumably after feeling guilty about the previous month how about a sensible amount, possibly within recommended alcohol intake guidelines December and January. Though I'd probably have to slim it down to a catchy two words. The same goes for getting fit. My resolutions are continuations of resolutions I made last year.
  • Don't make any resolutions in January.
  • Don't feed trolls especially responding to anything Katie Hopkins says (I wish the local paper would do the same).
  • Only share or retweet when you've watched or read the thing. I frequently come across many who I  suspect don't.
  • Celebrate sensible amount, possibly within recommended alcohol intake guidelines December and January. (still haven't come up with a snappier title).
  • Stick to pay as you go gym facilities as you're never going to use a membership often enough for it to be cost effective and then there's the pain of having to cancel the contract.

Monday, 5 January 2015

RIP

Over the Christmas holidays came the sad news of the death of the Rev. Carol Stone, around the turn of the millennium she attracted local and then national attention for being the first vicar to transition and then return to the job. The Swindon Advertiser at the time carried a few quotes critical from a conservative Anglican group but those within the parish were almost all supportive of someone who had only been posted there only a few years earlier. Certainly being within the area I can recall the gossip but also the support and an circling of the wagons to protect her from all the media interest. Over the years apart from marrying and christening my relatives, she added a neighboring parish and became a respected figure across the town. It is a tragic and all too early loss to community life across Swindon and especially to her family.

Thursday, 1 January 2015

MMXV

Time to get the 2015 segment in the right hand column up and running, not to mention start to my efforts to post more than I did last year.

A happy new year to all my readers.

Now where are those hoverboards?

Monday, 29 December 2014

Goodbye 14

Hello, as my last entry of 2014 I am following the usual pattern of writing about the year just coming to an end. For me its been one of tragic loss, endings and new beginnings all the while I've had friends and family to help me through it. Despite myself I can't help being optimistic for next year, a change of job (hopefully) and my sister giving birth (certainly). The former bringing lots of new challenges and the latter meaning another birthday to remember. In the wider world there's been signs of better awareness for trans people, individuals like Stephanie Hurst have spoken candidly and eloquently about their experiences all while transitioning publicly. Although there's so much further to go, especially if you're not white and middle class.

So here's to 2014.

Thank god it's nearly over.