Well, finally, as we get close to the end of the year, Christmas and all that, things start happening for the last time in 2017.
I’m due to take the final one of those 3 exams I needed to take tomorrow, and having passed the first two comfortably enough (in my opinion, only get told passed, or presumably failed, no actual score), I’m definitely hoping that will be it for the year. In theory I’ve got a couple of practice tests I need to do by mid January, but with luck I can leave them for now. We will see how busy Saturday is, I guess, though as of yesterday, I couldnt sign in to said website, so definitely cant do them at present. No, I’m not missing them in the slightest lol!
I am guilty of doing far too many sports related competitions for my own good. Horse Racing, Golf, and American Football are the main ones, though I do (shock horror) do a soccer one, but primarily because its very stats based, and seemingly, given I’m currently 55th out of about 460,000, a knowledge, or care for the sport clearly isnt needed! Number crunching, yes, caring about anything else, no! But do I care if I’m 55th, or 55,000th, beyond pride, no, I’m not.
Given the Golf is the only calendar based one, this is the last week of the competition. No, there arent thousands in this, more like 50! But yes, somehow or other, I’m 2nd! Yes, stats are a wonderful weapon, seemingly. Mind, I need a winner this week to have any chance of success, but beyond the thrill of beating all those men, not going to cry either way. Well, there is 1 prize, which might be nice, but otherwise…
Oh, and getting back to work matters. Some people take competition way too seriously for me! As in the judging of the work team Christmas displays. No, I’m not going to mention names, though some might guess, but someone takes defeat way too seriously for little old non competitive me! In related matters, given the ‘lovely’ weather we’re having over here at present, today’s required shopping ended up being done online, instead of in town! Still, Secret Santa gift is sorted out, and on its way now. The elf costume is no longer on its way, its arrived! Put it this way, unless they move me, and the office to somewhere very warm (or tropically hot), I will only be wearing it in the office! Not that I think First Buses, Huddersfield, and Bradford would be ready for me in an elf outfit, but anyway…lol!
OK, video time. Something apt for this blog, though with me, just the opposite is the truth. Main reason for this song, and the blog title, is to pay respect to Keith Chegwin, who died earlier this week at 60. Yes, I’m 3 months away from 60! Ah well, been nice knowing you…lol?
As I’m sure everyone reading this surely knows, I’m a supporter of LGBT issues. I add that I dont support all issues generated by those people, especially, sadly, of the Trans kind, because some of them dont just expect equality, they want special treatment, over and beyond that point, and no, I dont feel that way.
The other thing relevant to tonights piece, is that I’m not a Royalist. I might not wish for as dramatic result as there was in France, a few centuries ago, but one of these people who fawn over every move they make, no. Which makes tonights post more ironic than normal lol.
A religious minister, and gay rights campaigner, in his, err, wisdom, decided to ask people to pray that Prince George is gay. Even ignoring the Christians who (incorrectly) think being gay is a sin, and who are therefore not going to support this, most staunch Royalists arent going to approve of this anyway. And yes, you’ve guessed it, this LGBT supporter, and Royalist non lover doesnt approve of this either! Yes, when I start feeling sorry for a member of the Royal family, something’s wrong!
But no, my sympathies for the Royal Family are still limited enough that I’m definitely hoping that Prince Harry’s wedding next May is while I’m out of the country! I know, the US will probably overkill the event, but it might (hopefully) be easier to avoid it over there.
But no, seriously, I hope Prince George is straight, gay, or even bisexual, whichever makes his life at peace in the future. Mind, by the time he knows, I’ll probably be dead, so I wont care anyway! But please, LGBT activists, keep things sane!
Right, video time. Yes, big clue in the blog title, shock horror. This however is not the video version, this is a live version (pretty sure, singing only) that is so over the top, its crazy! Be warned!
I must admit, when I reached my late fifties, I thought it was safe to assume that my exam taking career was over. Like most schoolchildren, I have sat more than a few exams in my time, and its fair to say, with mixed results. A long time ago (over 40 years ago, for the youngsters here), I took a series of O Level exams, and came away with 6 successes, and 3 failures. A reasonable set of results, you might say, and I guess you’d be right. I wasnt surprised to fail Latin, or Science, as I was not great at either. Geography, I failed twice, but most remarkably, they were the only 2 geography exams I ever failed to pass! Yes, that annoyed me, though in truth, it didnt matter, because I knew I wasnt going to University, due to being in a single parent family. Yes, it was out to work at 16 I went! Funnily enough, because of the increase in the retirement age, I will only miss on working for 50 years by about 7 months! Not that I will have worked for 50 years, quite, but the vast majority of it, yes. Well, all of that is body permitting at present, of course. At the moment, who knows?
But seemingly no, its not the end of my exam taking career, it starts up again tomorrow. Yes, the apprenticeship at work sees me facing my first exam tomorrow, and though I suspect all will be fine, I cant say I’m looking forward to it. Not that I might add, that beyond pride, I’m going to let me worry about the result, regardless. I guess thats the big difference to 40 years ago? Lets face it, as mentioned before, even if the old, creaking body lasts that long, I have just over 6 years to go to retirement. So in terms of improving myself, to boost my career chances, well…? So why am I letting it get to me? As I said, pride. I know, I’m not defending a perfect record, or anything like that, but all the same…
Actually, strictly, in one sense, I am defending a perfect record, I’m 0 for 0. How, you ask? As a woman, of course! I know, strictly, if I could trace the board, and trace the certificate, I could get the name changed, and everything, and then they would be as a woman, but unless I really need to? Not even sure if the Board I took them with would still exist anyway?
So yes, if you want to think of me, about 3.30 pm UK time, tomorrow afternoon, feel free to do so, because thats when it starts! I know, it will hopefully be fine, and if it isnt, its not the end of the world, but its the principle of it, thats all. And yes, thats why I’m not looking forward to it.
Oh, and to add to the delight, the 2 following Wednesday’s, 2 more exams, eek! Ah well, fingers crossed…
Video time. A witty retort about me, and sitting my exams, I guess?
And no, for once, its not Trans Pennine Express! No, this time its the tale of a Northern Rail fail, and other events yesterday.
Saturday is the only morning where I need to get to get the train to get to work. Earlier start, plus public transport is a bit more limited early on a Saturday morning, so…Into Huddersfield station, train supposedly on time, all looking good, you’d think? Even less of a shock, the Trans Pennine Express services looks a mess, but nothing new there!
Thing is, I look out to the platform where the train should be, nothing there! Not a first, this is 10 minutes before its due to leave, assume its just waiting to pull into the platform. No, it wasnt. There were a couple of Northern Rail people stood near the platform, not looking like they knew what was going on, never a good sign. Well, time for the train to leave came, still no sign of it. 5 minutes after its due to leave, still no sign of it. So given my total lack of faith in Northern Rail, I headed off, and got a slightly later bus to Bradford. Only just gets me in the office by 9, but anyway…I got to Bradford Interchange, and apparently it had finally left Huddersfield, but was going to arrive 22 minutes late! Me, I got there 10 minutes before then! Seemingly left about 8.15, 25 minutes late, as a work colleague had the misfortune to wait for the train to arrive.
Funnily enough Northern Rail had a staff strike on Wednesday, trouble is, it might have been hard to tell the difference in service provided! And no, sadly, this isnt a first! But anyway…
There was something else waiting for me at work when I got there, my new chair. Specially designed for an old crock like me, due to my back issues. Yes, its nice, and yes, I noticed the difference at the end of the day too. No, it shows no signs of shocking, or brainwashing me, but hey, a girl cant have everything lol! 😛
Right, video time. In tribute to a rail company that cant provide the service its meant to (and despite that, in 2 months time, they will hoist up fare prices!), a group that were also waiting for a train that never comes!
Now given I’ve checked the details, and realize that the US dont have anything to do with Firework night, perhaps hardly surprisingly, given it was a very British matter, over 400 years ago that led to this celebration, maybe this will be lost on some of my readers, but hey, unless someone has something better to suggest…?
Its fair to say, unsurprisingly, that actual details of events are limited to the traditional tale, which may be true, may be an approximation of events, or whatever? Its an example of religion getting in the way of daily life again, as the conspirators were seeking a more Catholic supporting Queen on the throne, than the Protestant king currently in that position.
Whatever the tales of secret tunnels, spies in the camp, letters sent to assumed supporters (who weren’t) and everything else, history is clear on 1 thing. Just before the 5th of November, 1605, the cellars under the House of Lords were checked, and along with a considerable amount of gunpowder, was found a man guarding it, said Guy Fawkes. Also known as Guido Fawkes, and another pseudonym or two, he was quickly taken to the tower and tortured. Eventually he gave out the names of the other conspirators, and in January 1606, justice was quickly meted out to all. Seemingly hanging, drawing, and quartering was only part of it!
The amusing fact, Fawkes wasnt actually hung, he either fell off, or was pushed off the scaffold as he was about to be put in the noose, broke his neck, and died. Yes, they still quartered him, despite that!
And thats why, all over the UK tonight (including here in Huddersfield) it sounds like a battlefield as numerous people set off fireworks to celebrate his failure! In truth, its the third night of it, because of falling at the weekend, but anyway…tonight is the loudest!
Alright, the video. I decided to go a little into left field this one, as the song most definitely is not about Guy Fawkes, but its for a Guy, and I cant think of any other way I’m ever going to use it!
Some might be able to work out the song tonight from that, but it does require a little lateral thinking, just maybe?
I must admit, with the current state of my body, I’m prepared to give anything a try that might make things better for me. In an ideal world, I’d love to be able to cut back on the medications that I need, especially the painkillers, as I really dont want to get addicted to them, or have a permanent need for them, but somehow I suspect that unless my body miraculously heals itself, or I really do get offered a nice new cybernetic/robotic body, I’m probably going to need something for the rest of my life, to ease the pain, one of the delights of getting old, I guess?
Mind, its not like I’m not used to joint pains, given the state of my knees, and the arthritis in my hands, and fingers nowadays, but still, the back is a bit more awkward than those.
Anyway, when a workmate offered me a free trial of some pills of hers, I thought, why not, its free, lets just see what happens. Something called Chaga Pills, for those who wish to know. Anyway, like a good girl, I gave them a try. I first noticed the difference after the second daily pill, the next morning, when I bent down to retrieve the cats food bowls off the floor. Now normally, my knees will let me go down so far, then I have to stretch to grab them as best I can. Putting them down involved getting as close to the floor as I could, then dropping them the last few inches.
So, I bent down, as usual, and I kept going, managed to literally pick them up off the floor! And yes, bend down to put them back on the floor too! Wow! I dont, in truth, know how much good it has done to the back. It may have done, it may not, but given the tablets, and gel I have to use as well, impossible to say! But yes, I can still, over a week later, pick up those bowls off the floor with ease.
Sadly, its not going to last, the pills, to purchase, arent cheap, and for a part time worker, with not much savings, beyond my pocket. Shame, because they’re good, but I have to be boringly practical with money now. Ah well, the Supergirl feeling has been good while it lasted at least. If anyone wants more details of the pills, which I can recommend, just leave me a comment, and I’ll get back to you.
No, I havent got this outfit, however fun it might be, and I certainly cant fly yet, either lol!
I love the vintage style of this, unsurprisingly. And yes, if anyone wants to buy me the outfit, while I’m still up to meriting wearing it lol?
Now, the video. Well, this was definitely different when it came out in 1981, but it still soared to Number 2 in the charts, albeit the shorter single version of this.
Oh, and one more medical matter to get out of the way, while we’re here. I got a letter this morning inviting me to go to a breast screening check later this month, in Huddersfield. Yes, I must get things like this because all my records are now marked as female! Practically, I dont need to go, because of course, what appears to be a decent pair of breasts on my chest arent entirely natural! So, I know, I should just say I’m declining to go, without telling them why. Thing is, part of me would be fascinated to know what the experience is like! Sadly, I’m pretty flat chested naturally (hardly surprising), so I dont know if it could even be done, or not? I know, I know, just decline the appointment, leave it at that, but…?
So some of my readers who know me might have wondered when this was going to get mentioned, but yes, the baseball World Series is now on, and some team called the Los Angeles Dodgers are involved for the first time in nearly 30 years. I know, 2 games gone already (its 1-1, for those who care), and I’m only mentioning it now.
In truth, because it happens in the middle of the night UK time (starts 1 am), I havent seen any of it live, nor am I going to. So far, I’ve only seen 1 World Series game live, 2 years ago (and my AL team, Kansas City won it), and in truth, that could well be it! Well, unless I get an acting offer, at the right time of year…? Yeah, I know, stop laughing.
The thing is, like them or not, the US commentators who regularly commentate on baseball know the sport. Which I thought was going to be fine this morning, when I had the chance to watch Game 1, which actually happened Tuesday Evening (LA time), or Wednesday morning (UK time), depending on how you want to look at it. Snag is, we arent getting them. Instead, I had the misfortune to have some ‘international’ production that MLB are presenting, which seemed almost as focused on events on Santa Monica Pier, as events at Dodgers Stadium. Either that, or celebrity spotting! Actual baseball, well…?
There is also the issue of a ‘dummy’s guide’ to baseball that they’re providing when they are actually commentating on the game. Now, fine, there might be a few somewhere watching this, who dont know the sport, but seriously…Lets face it, how many people are randomly going to put on the World Series for their first taste of baseball?
So yes, America, whatever you think of ESPN, Fox Sports, or local commentary teams, believe me, they are better than the MLB international team!
Mind, its not just the commentary team that is baffling me with baseball at present, its team owners too!
Now fine, I can understand that if your team isnt doing well (even if its the owners fault, for not spending money), you might want to change manager from time to time. But this year, 3 of the teams who have made the playoffs have sacked their manager after the season is over! So yes, you got us to the playoffs, and its not good enough, seriously? Now just waiting for “Sorry, Mr X, but winning the World Series isnt good enough, you’re fired.”. Even in this crazy world, I doubt it, but just at present…rolls eyes…
Oh, lastly, while we’re at it, I feel sorry for the fans too. All those people who faithfully support their team through the year, at ‘normal’ prices, suddenly cant afford the crazy seat prices for the play offs, because its only wealthy people, and celebrities who can afford them. I know, same happens with all sports, but…
Fine, baseball rant over. Go Dodgers, and all that!
The video, well there have been a few songs of this blog title, but this is my favorite of those.
Firstly let me say that I didnt see this on TV last night, only finding out about it after it had all happened. Besides which, given I tend to avoid this sort of reality TV, I probably wouldnt have watched it, even if I had known, given what I’ve since read of her views beforehand. Yes, but for Twitterverse, I might never have known about it, though given the coverage it got this morning, that might have been hard to miss!
So my views are more my own, and as much as I could gather from comments from Twitter, and various media outlets, which may not be all that reliable.
Right, disclaimer over. Thats right, for those in the UK at least, who might know about it, the C4 program last night, A Week As A Muslim, is what I’m talking about tonight. For those elsewhere in the world, well, you’ve seen as much of it as I have!
It seems to be the classic TV take on something like this, take a self admitted non-fan of Muslim people, and get her to live as a Muslim for a week, and film events as they happen. I’m going to use that term, for now. She might have been worse than a non-fan, but as I wasnt witness to that, I’ll leave it there. Part of the reaction against her seems to have related to the fact that she was ‘made up’ to look like she was a Pakistani, which worked both ways, garnering complaints from those who wished to point out that there are white people who are Muslim, so she didnt need to be ‘colored’, and from those who said that it wasnt done in a flattering way to Pakistani Muslims, but as that is Twitter hearsay, I’m not sure how much credence to give to that. None would probably be close to the mark, there are some ghastly views on Twitter, on both sides of the fence!
Of course, as fate would happen, she went to live with a Muslim family in Manchester, and it coincided with the bombing at the Manchester Arena, which led to her realizing, even more, just what ordinary, innocent Muslim people have to put up with from some ‘idiots’! She only faced it for a few days, but for so many more, its a sad fact of life, at all times. So wrong, so sad that there are people like that, but anyway…
For me, I think it would be fascinating to spend a week as a woman in a Muslim family. But yes, I wouldnt make for ‘great TV’ because I’m pro ordinary Muslim people anyway. No, I dont support the terrorist branches, but neither do most Muslim people here anyway! And lets face it, there are some pretty awful right wing white supremacist types around too! Oh fine, she wore a Hijab, but I know that if I was in that role, I would have wanted to go out in a Niqab, or Burqa, just to find out the real truth. Mind, I suspect the reality in Bradford might be different to Manchester, but in truth, no idea.
I have some experience in these matters now, of course. Before September, I’d heard stories of people deliberately ignoring people in wheelchairs, trying to pretend they werent there, but I hoped it was being exaggerated. Sadly, the answer was no, it isnt. When sat in one, people just looked away, had to literally be shouted at, to stop them walking in front of the moving wheelchair, and so much more. All the same, I’m looking forward (hopefully, health permitting) to experiencing ‘Round 2’ in May, in 3 airports (I need to transit going out, direct flight back), I must say.
I guess it might be an actress thing, the challenge of a new role, either in a production, or in this case, a real life situation. So yes, a week as a Muslim would be a very different show with me, but I guess I’ll never know what its like. Unless…?
Equally, of course, if Channel 4 want to consider making a show, a week as a robot, hmm, lol? 😉
The video, massive clue in the title. Live version, a very good one, mind, as I’ve used the original before.
No, dont get excited, I havent got a movie, or theater offer just yet. But next month I’ll be doing a Diversity & Inclusion presentation for a large group of people (about 110, I’ve been told) in Leeds, about life in my Civil Service Department, ooh! No script, well, not unless I write my own, anyway. To be honest, I might do a few notes, but generally I’m pretty sure I’ll just go with the flow, so often its the easiest way with things like this. A fortnight on Wednesday, for those interested, though I’m pretty sure there will be no tickets for the general public lol. Yes, it is a piece on Transgender life, so yes, I do know the subject matter pretty well, I guess?
Seemingly the approach was made on Thursday, though I didnt pick it up until Friday, as I’ve cut back on my working week of course. A quick check for approval from bosses (its on a working day), and I replied positively. One moment of amusement was when she rang up later that day to confirm details, she mentioned the numbers involved, and asked if I would be OK with that, and then after she’d said it, remembered I’d said about being an actress, so…all fine! In truth, it will be interesting to see how I react, given its been a while, other than the wedding, where I have been ‘on show’ to this number of people, but I’m sure its just like riding a bike, anyway.
I have no great idea what the dress code is for a presentation like this, but I’m going to assume, unless told otherwise, its going to be business smart wear. So yes, I will wear a nice dress, and get my hair curled 30’s style, either on the day, or the day before, depending what time I need to be there. No, I wont wear anything as clingy as Harlow would, or as revealing as a chorus line dancer (Miss Johnson) would have to for such an event, principally because I have an obvious issue with too revealing (unless a surgeon is offering to remedy that quickly), and besides, its not fit for a moment like this. I think my ‘publicity manager'(Yes, Madi, I mean you) would love it if I went all flapper, and agreed it might be fun, but apart from the fact those dresses are quite short, they arent winter wear over here, and November might be cold lol! So I’m pretty sure that it will be 30’s look, to some degree. More classy look anyway lol. There is also the factor that I need something that I can hide the brace corset underneath, lets face it, only way I’m going to stand for about 15 minutes or so!
No, sadly I’m not expecting any Hollywood, or Broadway agent representation at the event, a girl can only wish! Nor do I expect them to be able to grab it on You Tube either, ah well…
But who knows, getting back on a stage might just get infectious, and I’ll see where it goes from there. In truth, my long term standing issues might make things complex, but…its a comeback at least!
The video, well, its one word different to the blog title lol! 😛
Firstly, let me jokingly thank everyone for no suggestions whatsoever for tonight. Not that I’m really surprised, but…lol
As I have mentioned in the past, I quite enjoy the restriction of corsets. No, I have no desire to have my waist reduced by anything too silly, as some women have done in the past, but a few inches, towards an hourglass figure, wonderful.
The snag for me, and corsets, as a single woman, is getting myself tied into one. Yes, some might be dextrous enough to be able to tie themselves into one, but the arthritis in my hands, and fingers counts that out for me. Equally, quite wisely on their part, probably, I dont have a ‘someone’ to tie me into one either. And no, I dont think a matchmaking outfit looking for someone to buy me, and tie me into corsets, with no romantic attachment is likely to bring me a flood of offers! Might be the odd dominant who might be into that sort of thing, but given I’m nearly 60, and trans, I wouldnt expect even that!
So yes, I was thrilled when I was looking for a back brace, to support my aching back, to find one that also operates (to some degree) as a corset as well. The biggest, and best thing for me, was that you dont need to be tied into it, its got a zip mechanism! Even better, its at the front, so I can cope! Fine, its not a full body corset (over bust), but it pulls in my waist, so…
Oh fine, lets say that a 2″ reduction on setting would hold my back in place, but a 4″ reduction is far more fun! No, even that, quite sensibly hasnt brought a rush of admirers, but it does my figure some good, and supports my back nicely too! Yes, worn it most of today, on 4″ setting, and loving every moment of it.
However, nothing is perfect, seemingly. The biggest snag is that because it squeezes everything in, down below, that doing ‘toilet duties’ is a challenge, because along with everything else (yum), your bladder and things get restricted space. So generally, I remove the corset, do what I need to do, and then put it on again. Fine at home, when you have the time for such matters, but would be more of a challenge at work, with break limits, so I tend to just pass on it, on work days. The other major issue, up until now at least, would be the warmth factor, because being neoprene, its none too breathable lol! Mind, as winter comes, I might be glad for the warmth!
The other more amusing effect of wearing a corset, is the way it enhances your cleavage! Well yes, if you’re pushing in at some points, its going to pop out elsewhere, and the boobs, in an under bust corset is the obvious place that happens! Yes, I know one thing, if I do ever decide to wear it to work, I am going to have to be very careful as to what tops I wear! I’m sure playing ‘peek a boo’ with them would be against dress codes at work lol. And thats without me worrying about flaunting them anyway! Not that I suspect I would get anyone excited, but…
So yes, perhaps I will have to settle for just wearing one at home for now. Now, if anyone wants to provide me with a zip up one, in metallic silver, instead of blue, hmm? 😉
Video time. One of those songs nearly everyone will never have heard before. A very early 80’s synth piece, by a 2 hit wonder, about what might be attracted to my cleavage, if I wore a suitably tight corset lol!