Just an addition....

to the diary. These incidents occured in the summertime, and were posted elsewhere, but I thought I'd add them here on the diary...


A funny thing (or 3) happened to me on Saturday…..

1. Walking with a t-girl along ‘Curry Mile’ in south Manchester, on the
way to a cash dispenser about 7.30 pm, we were just chatting as we walked, when walking towards us was a lone Asian guy, in his early 20‘s. Now I rarely look at people close up, as I walk, but was so surprised to hear him say, as we passed each ether, ‘hey transvestite, you are fu****g dead.’ I was shocked to hear that behaviour, but we both kept walking in opposite directions. We wondered afterwards, had we had seen a passing GMP patrol, would we have bothered to report it? I do know that in some areas, a racist remark would end up with a night in the cells. In hindsight, what I would have done is to turn round to him and give him a big ’Wooooo, I’m really scared!’

2. After the meal 6 (4 TS, 2 TV) of us headed into town, to Castlefields, at the south end of Deansgate, so, nowhere near the Village. It was one of the girl’s local pub, so ‘Star Babe ’ (SB, as I’ll call her for what happened later) knew the staff and we were made welcome, in the busy pub, and sat near the front. Well the loo’s were at the back of the pub, ladies on the right, and gents on the left. So when I needed to go, I walked past this table of 4 goons, on the way to the ladies, when I heard someone behind me shout, ‘Wrong one’. So I turned around, ready for a bit of banter, but none of them would look me in the eye. The girl that followed me into the ladies had seen what happened, and inside, she said ‘Don’t worry, have you got any perfume?’ When I asked her why, she said’ So you can spray some in his eye!’ We had a good laugh at that!
On the way out, I looked at them again, but none of them looked up, so I didn’t know who to talk to, so left it at that. Again, in hindsight, my comment should have been, had I known who spoke, ‘And why would you want me to go into the gents, big boy?!’

3. Later on in the pub, we were sat on a long wooden table, having a great chat, when a group of about 4 drunken plo**ers sat on the end, and started to mither us, and just wouldn’t give up. They thought it was a big laugh, and when 1 of them was about to take a photo of us, I told him in no uncertain terms to ‘f*** off’. They were so drunk that how the staff hadn’t spotted them was surprising. Anyway, some time later they got up to go, or that’s what we presumed, when suddenly 1 of them grabbed SB with both arms and forcibly kissed her. After she was able to push him off, she followed up with the best right hook you’ve ever seen, and knocked him in the air straight out of his flip-flops, which stayed on the ground! As he hit the deck, all his loose change fell out of his pockets and rolled all over the floor. At the same time I vaguely recall hearing one of Bernie’s attack alarms being set off in the backgound, and the staff came along and ejected the to**ers. Not sure if this is something that should have been reported, but given the circumstances, that there was retaliation on our part, what’s the opinion? As for SB, she’s now our reigning champ, despite breaking a finger-nail! And to think, nobody thought about playing ‘Eye of the Tiger’ on the jukebox after that!

Afterwards we had a lot of sympathy from the GG’s who were in there, and were very friendly and chatty with us.

So, despite the experiences, it wouldn’t stop me from going to the same places again next week.