Category Archives: Blonde wig

Doing A Dolly Parton…

No, I dont mean getting a full head of blonde hair (quite literally) by any means, allegedly with Dolly its a wig anyway. I vaguely remember her owning up to that fact, but please dont quote me on that. To be honest, that much hair for real would really be a maintenance job, and I’m not sure if I’m up to that anyway.

Nor, unless someone else is paying for it, do I mean a Dolly P type boob job, though those at least are natural for her. I have to suspect they must weigh heavy at times though. Alright, I would mind being a full B, or medium C cup naturally, or even by cheating, if I didnt have to pay for it, but its not going to happen I guess, so…?

No, what I do mean is I’m working 9 till 5 on Wednesday, my next day at work. Yes, I’m off tomorrow, yay! When you think about it, thats one thing that has really changed in the last 30 years since the film was made, working hours. Back then that was standard office hours, whereas now, almost anything goes. Heck, my shifts come in anywhere between 8 am, and 9.30 pm, and the centre stays available till 10.30! The other factor that has changed dramatically since then is the working week. That was the point, it was Monday to Friday, 9 till 5, and that went for most office workers. Now I suspect people who get all weekends and bank holidays off must be almost in the minority! But as someone who has spent most of her working life in the betting industry, I’m used to it, my culture shock was working only Monday to Friday at my previous job!

And yes, I know one respondent here will point out he has to work every Sunday lol!

Anyway, in the absence of offers of a Dolly wig, or a paid for Dolly type boob job, lets head for the video. Anyone who hasnt worked out what this might be, well…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpKAA2VxWY8

And yes, I will probably sing this to myself at least once on Wednesday!

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A funny thing happened last night

Anyone who is a Facebook friend may have seen the brief version of this already, but that certainly didnt include the video, so…it might be worth looking again lol, well, at the video at least. I promise you one thing, it wont be the last Queen song this month, due to an anniversary later in the month.

Yes, some of us have to work on Sunday’s, and if James says a word about that, well I’ll get him back at some point next year! 😉 No, you arent going to get a full description of the day, as all the entertainment occured within 200 yards of home, on the way back in the evening.

Use your own image, you’ll have to, as far as I know there’s no CCTV down our street, and even then, you wouldnt get the sound on the film anyway. Having got off the bus near the corner, and walked through the alleyway, I started up my road towards a warm and welcoming house. Oh, and Sunday dinner (albeit a late one), but thats beside the point.

Coming in the opposite direction down the road are two boys in their teens, heading somewhere, I’ve no idea where. Me, no make up, hair a bit windblown, and definitely a bit weary from the day.

We pass each other. The beauty about teenagers is that maybe they lack for diplomatic skills we learn as adults. To quote

First boy : “Now thats what I call a she-man.”

Second boy : “What do you mean?”

First boy : “The fact that she’s so butch that she could almost be a man.”

I just smiled, and laughed as I walked down the road, and went indoors. Seemingly I might be butch, but clearly I pass as a woman all the same, albeit one he clearly didnt fiund attractive. Question is, which should I take more from, the fact that I should be flattered that he clearly thought I was a woman, or hurt that I’m clearly a very butch one lol?

Oh, the video, I so want Roger Taylor’s wig, or by some miracle, my hair looking as good as that. John Deacon’s slippers are quite cute too. So if anyone is looking for Christmas items for me…mind, the wig would have to be a decent quality one, I’d want to wear it outside as well as in!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eM8Ss28zjcE&feature=related

Thanks to Amy for reminding me about this video in the first place, a posting of hers on Facebook.