We had a lovely meal and evening out at Velvet in Manchester a few Saturdays ago, to celebrate Mrs K’s birthday!
Velvet was great as usual; not too busy at 8pm, but later on filled up, but that was where it lets itself down, as the service becomes very slow. The food was excellent, the pudding was fab, and the company was greater! I had one surreal moment in the loo’s, when a gorgeous blonde in a lbd came out of one of the cubicles, and we started chatting, as we ‘powdered’. She was very friendly, and even shared some of her Agent Provocateur with me. I know what I want for Christmas now!
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Supercover model for a day!
Quite a while ago TJ had asked me to think about being her makeup model, for a course that she had recently booked on the Wirral. About 3 seconds later, I said that I’d like to give it a try.
It was a 2 day course, and I was free on those days. In the end I was only needed on the 2nd day, but what a great day last week it turned out to be!
There were 5 girls on the course in total, plus their 5 models. I was anxious to know what to wear on the day, and TJ had advised that they were all in jeans on the first day, so in the end I thought I’d be more comfortable in my combat trousers, ugg boots, and long top. I don't think I had the chance to get nervous as we got there, as it was too late by then to back out. Once the morning got going, there was a display by the tutor, and I think I noticed one or 2 in the room looking over, but I was cool about it. TJ took my own make up off, and the look they were first going for was a glam/smokey eyes look, which I was very impressed with. By this time it had got to lunchtime, where they'd prepared a small buffet for us. It gave me the chance to mingle and chat with others.
One of the delegates asked me, 'How did you get the job?' I just said that I wasn't press-ganged into it! It also gave me the chance to talk and explain to them about things-t. And, a few of them got quite interested.
After lunch, the next challenge was to achieve an extreme catwalk model look. TJ had her own ideas on this (picture a drag queen version of Gene Simmons from KISS!), suffice to say that I'll never be seen on Canal Street, or anywhere else, looking like that again! Some of the other model looks were absolutely stunning.
We later had a play around enhancing a cleavage (well, mine in particular!) by shading, and that was really impressive. I was quite pleased with the end result.
When that was finished I took the chance to have a walk around the studio to chat to the other stylists and models, who were by now quite friendly and chatty.
Finally, TJ prepared me for an evening look, as I was going out later, and by the end of the night I was very impressed with how the foundation had lasted.
One final point about the makeup itself. For the last 2 years I've been using Grimas beard cover, and then MAC full cover foundation. The course tutor did explain to me that the Grimas product was about 10 years old, and that it was now old 'technology'. After using his product all day, I can truly recommend and endorse the new foundation and beard cover, and I’ve ordered mine from TJ already!
It was a 2 day course, and I was free on those days. In the end I was only needed on the 2nd day, but what a great day last week it turned out to be!
There were 5 girls on the course in total, plus their 5 models. I was anxious to know what to wear on the day, and TJ had advised that they were all in jeans on the first day, so in the end I thought I’d be more comfortable in my combat trousers, ugg boots, and long top. I don't think I had the chance to get nervous as we got there, as it was too late by then to back out. Once the morning got going, there was a display by the tutor, and I think I noticed one or 2 in the room looking over, but I was cool about it. TJ took my own make up off, and the look they were first going for was a glam/smokey eyes look, which I was very impressed with. By this time it had got to lunchtime, where they'd prepared a small buffet for us. It gave me the chance to mingle and chat with others.
One of the delegates asked me, 'How did you get the job?' I just said that I wasn't press-ganged into it! It also gave me the chance to talk and explain to them about things-t. And, a few of them got quite interested.
After lunch, the next challenge was to achieve an extreme catwalk model look. TJ had her own ideas on this (picture a drag queen version of Gene Simmons from KISS!), suffice to say that I'll never be seen on Canal Street, or anywhere else, looking like that again! Some of the other model looks were absolutely stunning.
We later had a play around enhancing a cleavage (well, mine in particular!) by shading, and that was really impressive. I was quite pleased with the end result.
When that was finished I took the chance to have a walk around the studio to chat to the other stylists and models, who were by now quite friendly and chatty.
Finally, TJ prepared me for an evening look, as I was going out later, and by the end of the night I was very impressed with how the foundation had lasted.
One final point about the makeup itself. For the last 2 years I've been using Grimas beard cover, and then MAC full cover foundation. The course tutor did explain to me that the Grimas product was about 10 years old, and that it was now old 'technology'. After using his product all day, I can truly recommend and endorse the new foundation and beard cover, and I’ve ordered mine from TJ already!
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Only a tranny...
A few weeks ago, I was over in Germany for a few days with work, and had the opportunity of meeting up with my sis for a few days, and evenings. It gave me the chance to view the scene over there, which turned out to be a bit different to what I usually see back home.
On Friday night we were over in Mannheim, for a lovely Indian meal at a friend’s house, and then over to a ‘fetish pub’ in Mannheim; shame when you have to get glammed up, and then go in to a smokey bar (Germany still has them) so that your clothes stink of smoke afterwards. Still, it gave me the chance to speak to a few t‘s in there, dressed, and in ‘bob’ mode. I didn’t discover what the German equivalent of ‘bob’ was, maybe ‘Fritz’ or ‘Helmut‘, or similar. From what I could tell, the scene isn’t as developed or ‘mainstream’ as what it is over here.
Late on Saturday night we went to the Grande Opera event in Offenbach; a rather classy bdsm event in a club, which I thought was very impressive. At the other end of the scale from Nap’s, for example. I’ve never been faced (!) by nude slaves before, nor absolutely gorgeous blondes wearing the most revealing of outfits; it was very much of an eye-opener, and as one of very few t’s there, I felt rather under-dressed in my best burlesque outfit, with black lacy skirt, highest heels, and tight corset. The venue had a lovely setting, with the entrance being though an old courtyard, and made a great background to the photos we took at the end of the night, which I’ve added to Flickr.
Included in the entry ticket was a food buffet, so towards the end of the evening, we settled on trying a bowl of their finest goulash soup. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the naked male slaves swinging his way past my table, where we were eating. I kind of gave him a stare along the lines of ‘Oi Helmut! Mind where you’re shaking that thing. I’m trying to eat my goulash.’
A fantastic all-round experience, and I look forward to going back to see one of their future events!
Another funny moment that had us in stitches afterwards, was on the way to Offenbach, sis had lost the piece of paper with the address on, in the car. We were on the autobahn at this time, so I suggested we pull over in one of those wooded lay-bys that they have on the continent. What surprised me were the number of cars parked there, at about half past midnight. Then in the headlights we saw 1-2 men scurrying across the road, and another guy coming out of the woods. So anyway we parked up at the far end, and stopped and put the interior light on to look for the paper. We found what we had lost very quickly, but when sis looked up in the rear mirror, she could see a silhouette of all these guys walking towards our car! She then said ‘S**t! I think this is that do**ing lay-by! Let’s get out of here quick!’ So we razzed out of the lay-by as quickly as we could!
On Friday night we were over in Mannheim, for a lovely Indian meal at a friend’s house, and then over to a ‘fetish pub’ in Mannheim; shame when you have to get glammed up, and then go in to a smokey bar (Germany still has them) so that your clothes stink of smoke afterwards. Still, it gave me the chance to speak to a few t‘s in there, dressed, and in ‘bob’ mode. I didn’t discover what the German equivalent of ‘bob’ was, maybe ‘Fritz’ or ‘Helmut‘, or similar. From what I could tell, the scene isn’t as developed or ‘mainstream’ as what it is over here.
Late on Saturday night we went to the Grande Opera event in Offenbach; a rather classy bdsm event in a club, which I thought was very impressive. At the other end of the scale from Nap’s, for example. I’ve never been faced (!) by nude slaves before, nor absolutely gorgeous blondes wearing the most revealing of outfits; it was very much of an eye-opener, and as one of very few t’s there, I felt rather under-dressed in my best burlesque outfit, with black lacy skirt, highest heels, and tight corset. The venue had a lovely setting, with the entrance being though an old courtyard, and made a great background to the photos we took at the end of the night, which I’ve added to Flickr.
Included in the entry ticket was a food buffet, so towards the end of the evening, we settled on trying a bowl of their finest goulash soup. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the naked male slaves swinging his way past my table, where we were eating. I kind of gave him a stare along the lines of ‘Oi Helmut! Mind where you’re shaking that thing. I’m trying to eat my goulash.’
A fantastic all-round experience, and I look forward to going back to see one of their future events!
Another funny moment that had us in stitches afterwards, was on the way to Offenbach, sis had lost the piece of paper with the address on, in the car. We were on the autobahn at this time, so I suggested we pull over in one of those wooded lay-bys that they have on the continent. What surprised me were the number of cars parked there, at about half past midnight. Then in the headlights we saw 1-2 men scurrying across the road, and another guy coming out of the woods. So anyway we parked up at the far end, and stopped and put the interior light on to look for the paper. We found what we had lost very quickly, but when sis looked up in the rear mirror, she could see a silhouette of all these guys walking towards our car! She then said ‘S**t! I think this is that do**ing lay-by! Let’s get out of here quick!’ So we razzed out of the lay-by as quickly as we could!
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
So now big sis knows!
I’d decided last month, after some mild prompting by Mrs L, to introduce my sis, who was in the country for 10 day vacation, to the younger sister she never had. We were having a coffee in the supermarket after shopping, when I broached the issue, and pulled out my avatar photo from my wallet. Well, you just couldn’t have scripted the reaction! After I made my admission, my sis told me that in her country, she knew people on the tv/ts scene, and made her own admission to me, as to how that came about!
We had planned to spend 5 days in London doing the tourist trail, as we hadn’t done this since we were teens. Well after one full day of heavy sight-seeing in the capital, the plans were changed somewhat. On our first night there, 2 sisters could be seen arm in arm walking along the Embankment, looking for Blackfriars Pier, as I’d already booked places in advance for the Rose’s boat trip on Saturday. Then the following day, it was a full-on shopping day at Bluewater for 7 hours, again for 2 sisters. Seemed to spend forever in John Lewis (trying on strapless bra’s for example!) trying on Jigsaw and Hobbs’ dresses. I also never knew Per Una had such a big range. Bluewater was crowded though, which was surprising, as I thought there was a recession on the cards?! It could have been a lot worse though for us! As we walked through the revolving door at John Lewis at 10 am, it suddenly stopped working whilst we were in the middle, and it was like we were stuck in a goldfish bowl! Then the alarm started sounding, and various staff appeared to come and see this tranny with her sister, whilst they physically pushed the door system round so that the 2 trapped girls could escape!
The next day we visited Hay’s Galleria, and strolled along the embankment, did some shopping, and took loads of pictures. I approached a group of girls in Starbucks where we were having lunch, to ask for local directions, and they were quite cool to talk to. I think I surprised my sis, as I don’t think she expected me to open my mouth to speak to anyone in there!
At 6pm we’d arranged to meet a couple of sis’s friends who were joining us for the Rose’s cruise, for a meal at the Howard Hotel, near to Temple Station, by the Embankment. This was an awesome experience! The staff in there were buzzing around us! Walking through the crowded hotel bar to get through to the restaurant, and having doors opened for us on the way: a very enjoyable and head-turning experience. The loos in there were superb, and I received one or two smiles from other girls in there, as we ‘powdered noses’.
The cruise itself was spectacular; the Thames embankments look very impressive lit up. The company on the boat was great. It was lovely to see Helena Love, working unofficially with her camera, TJ and Dave, Jane, Astrid and San, and other girls who I met for the first time. I'd recommend it for next time, to anyone who hasn't been before.
For the last couple of days, we’d been reminiscing about any giveaway signs I may have left when we were younger, but it seems like most young trannies, I seemed to have successfully covered my tracks in those days. A funny thing is that now it’s also payback time for me, as when we were teens, I used to raid her wardrobe. This week she’s been trying on my clothes!
We had planned to spend 5 days in London doing the tourist trail, as we hadn’t done this since we were teens. Well after one full day of heavy sight-seeing in the capital, the plans were changed somewhat. On our first night there, 2 sisters could be seen arm in arm walking along the Embankment, looking for Blackfriars Pier, as I’d already booked places in advance for the Rose’s boat trip on Saturday. Then the following day, it was a full-on shopping day at Bluewater for 7 hours, again for 2 sisters. Seemed to spend forever in John Lewis (trying on strapless bra’s for example!) trying on Jigsaw and Hobbs’ dresses. I also never knew Per Una had such a big range. Bluewater was crowded though, which was surprising, as I thought there was a recession on the cards?! It could have been a lot worse though for us! As we walked through the revolving door at John Lewis at 10 am, it suddenly stopped working whilst we were in the middle, and it was like we were stuck in a goldfish bowl! Then the alarm started sounding, and various staff appeared to come and see this tranny with her sister, whilst they physically pushed the door system round so that the 2 trapped girls could escape!
The next day we visited Hay’s Galleria, and strolled along the embankment, did some shopping, and took loads of pictures. I approached a group of girls in Starbucks where we were having lunch, to ask for local directions, and they were quite cool to talk to. I think I surprised my sis, as I don’t think she expected me to open my mouth to speak to anyone in there!
At 6pm we’d arranged to meet a couple of sis’s friends who were joining us for the Rose’s cruise, for a meal at the Howard Hotel, near to Temple Station, by the Embankment. This was an awesome experience! The staff in there were buzzing around us! Walking through the crowded hotel bar to get through to the restaurant, and having doors opened for us on the way: a very enjoyable and head-turning experience. The loos in there were superb, and I received one or two smiles from other girls in there, as we ‘powdered noses’.
The cruise itself was spectacular; the Thames embankments look very impressive lit up. The company on the boat was great. It was lovely to see Helena Love, working unofficially with her camera, TJ and Dave, Jane, Astrid and San, and other girls who I met for the first time. I'd recommend it for next time, to anyone who hasn't been before.
For the last couple of days, we’d been reminiscing about any giveaway signs I may have left when we were younger, but it seems like most young trannies, I seemed to have successfully covered my tracks in those days. A funny thing is that now it’s also payback time for me, as when we were teens, I used to raid her wardrobe. This week she’s been trying on my clothes!
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.
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.
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Niagara Falls…
Sounds more like a statement than a place. Five of us were out for a meal in Taurus. Mandy, Di, Mr and Mrs Kate. It was Mandy’s first time out, and she’d got changed in AXM. When I got there I went to check on Mandy, and boy, was it hot down in the changing rooms! So much so, that I’d had a wardrobe malfunction, and with the Olympics on the horizon at the time, this was the topical post I’d put on the Angels T-Lounge forum:
Britain gets first gold and silver at Boob Olympics!
Out in the Village last week, I’d decided to borrow Mrs L’s long viscose/silk straight summer dress. As it was a size 10 (it‘s what the label said!), and tight-ish up top, and, as the dress wasn’t designed to show any straps, I thought I’d get by without wearing a bra. Just a bit of extra stickiness added to the back of the boobs, and off I went. Boobs your auntie!
Things were fine walking the few blocks from the car to AXM, but once inside the bar, I kind of got the feeling that things were slipping a bit. Probably the warmth of the evening, warmth and glow of the skin etc. The right boob was certainly heading south faster then the left one, and once it got halfway between real nipple and belly button, drastic action was needed!
So for those that might have seen me looking bored, with my arms folded at MC last week, it wasn’t that at all, I was fighting gravity to keep my boobs from sliding all the way down, granny-style.
Luckily there was a spare bra in the boot of the car (in the emergency tranny breakdown kit) so after a minor detour on the way to AXM Late, the appropriate underwear was added in the loo’s, and all was well in the end.
And, the right boob got the gold medal by a half-cup!
Britain gets first gold and silver at Boob Olympics!
Out in the Village last week, I’d decided to borrow Mrs L’s long viscose/silk straight summer dress. As it was a size 10 (it‘s what the label said!), and tight-ish up top, and, as the dress wasn’t designed to show any straps, I thought I’d get by without wearing a bra. Just a bit of extra stickiness added to the back of the boobs, and off I went. Boobs your auntie!
Things were fine walking the few blocks from the car to AXM, but once inside the bar, I kind of got the feeling that things were slipping a bit. Probably the warmth of the evening, warmth and glow of the skin etc. The right boob was certainly heading south faster then the left one, and once it got halfway between real nipple and belly button, drastic action was needed!
So for those that might have seen me looking bored, with my arms folded at MC last week, it wasn’t that at all, I was fighting gravity to keep my boobs from sliding all the way down, granny-style.
Luckily there was a spare bra in the boot of the car (in the emergency tranny breakdown kit) so after a minor detour on the way to AXM Late, the appropriate underwear was added in the loo’s, and all was well in the end.
And, the right boob got the gold medal by a half-cup!
Friday, 12 September 2008
Sparkle time!
A couple of months ago we had the big Sparkle event in Manchester; this is how I vaguely remember the weekend!:
Thursday
I decided to take the train in from home; no point in paying for 4 days parking if I didn’t need to use the car, and I was in Piccadilly in less than an hour. I met up with Karen, and we had a light lunch there, before checking in to the hotel. An upgrade to a deluxe apartment on the 6th floor; the weekend was starting ever so well! After unpacking we headed for the Trafford Centre by public transport, which turned out to be a bad move. The hotel staff had indicated that it would be quick, but it wasn’t the case, and it took a tram and bus, with a long wait in between, to get us there. All of a sudden we weren’t going to have the time to get ready for later. Anyway we had a look in the Lewis sale and other places, bought a few bits, and headed back. As we stepped outside, Europe was having its biggest rain deluge in living memory, so we legged it across to the bus-stop, and then decided to take a bus straight back in to Piccadilly. At the M&S food store we stocked up on a few items, including the evening micro meal, and headed back to get ready.
By about 9.30 pm we were ready to go out, and headed for AXM where we were rounding up the posse to head for the Tiger Lounge, where they were holding the weekly Here Come The Girls event, which was quite appropriate. By this time the rain had held off, and we ended up with a quiet evening in the club. For whatever reason, most of the group decided to spend the evening at AXM, but it was a good evening for us all the same, and it gave us a chance to talk to some other girls we’d met for the first time. The classic moment of the evening was the GG comment to Karen ‘You’re really gorgeous!’
Friday
Sparkle really didn’t kick off until the afternoon, so we went shopping in town in the morning. I had kind of indicated to Kaz that I wanted to stay en femme for the whole weekend, and got her ok to escort me in to town in the morning in blokey-mode. It is very liberating to be walking with a guy in town; I was able to relax a lot, and not worry about any hassle I might have otherwise got. The Arndale was rather quiet, but we had a good amble around in some of the shops (tried a lovely skirt on in Monsoon, but £50, well, not this weekend!), and then went over to M&S, and then to MAC in Selfridges, to talk with some of the girls in there.
At lunchtime we had a bite in Eden, with some of the other girls.
In the evening we were in Velvet; about 12 of us. Not so easy to book a table during Sparkle weekend. I’d booked for 12 about 2 months before, and it was a pleasant time spent with our local girls, plus Bea, Jess, Jo-Jo, Doris, Imogen, Jaime and partner (with bump!) and Linzi. It was good to catch up with Becks and Gill, who were on another table with their partners.
At the end of the night we were heading back to the apartment, when we stopped on the corner of the main street, before getting propositioned by a little middle-eastern guy. Kaz couldn't get the words out quick enough, something like 'b****r off, you little ****'. He was that close to getting a Glasgow kiss!
Saturday
I was still looking for the skirt that I couldn’t find on the previous day, so as Kaz had decided to do other things early on, I went over to Primark for my first ever look in there. The place was so busy, even for just after 9am. What surprised me most was how many blokes had been dragged in there by their partners, and looked bored stiff. I finally found a skirt I was looking for, paid a few pounds for it, and made my way back to the hotel. When I got back there I sat in reception for a bit, and read a magazine. I must have had 2-3 conversations with different people whilst I sat there; it was all very pleasant and relaxed. They when I went back to the apartment Kaz told me that she’d gone early to Primark as well, and we were probably in there at the same time!
We were doing stewarding duties in Sackville Gardens from 12-2pm; that was quite good fun, moving people on and not letting them stand still for too long. Also helping trannies out of the ground after their heels had sunken into the grass!
Afterwards it was pleasant to catch up with friends I hadn’t seen in a while, as Marianne and Vicki, and then Mel Lilac turned up. It was a lovely sight to see Jess shimmying up Canal Street looking like the girl next door, latte in hand, after spending the day at the Anderton boat lift.
Later on it was time for a quiet early meal in Fossa, with a few lovely fiends, before getting back to The Place for yet another costume change.
I remember a year ago I didn’t have the nerve to walk 100 yards down Canal Street; how things are different now! After our meal in Fossa, Kaz and I had gone back to get changed for the Magic Theatre event at AXM Late. Walking by Piccadilly Station, and the full length of a packed Canal Street at 10pm on a Saturday night in basque, black lacy skirt, fishnets and heels, I vaguely remember getting my bum felt a couple of times, but I had so much padding on down there, it could have been more often!
Unfortunately the entertainment was a bit of a flop. There were meant to be 500-600 people in the venue, but I doubt if more than 50 people could have seen the entertainment that was on show on the little stage. 6‘-4“ tall trannies wearing platforms at the front of the stage meant the rest of us couldn‘t see anything, except an occasional arm or foot in the air on the stage. A lot of people had made such an effort with their costumes, and it was a shame that the venue couldn‘t match the expectations. I was stood with Jess at the bar for a while; her face was a picture of disgust! Luckily, some of us had got on the dance floor a bit earlier, but the music wasn’t to my taste, and I found that very disappointing, for a Saturday night. Later on we floated on upstairs, and before then had a small group get together on the half landing, as just about everyone in the area at that time was known to each other, including Di and the Kate's! I think the night ended about 3 am, after we shimmied on back to the apartment, and Kaz kindly took some lingerie shots of me.
Sunday
Well the weather didn’t know what it wanted to do, with showers, sunny spells, and heavy rain. I was booked in at the Roses lunch at Villaggio’s with another 80+ diners. It looked like we had taken over the whole of the downstairs section. Nicky had done well, and all for £12 a head. Very well organised, and a better show than the Christmas meal which I’d organised last year, when they sprung the service charge on us at the last moment, after many of the diners had left.
Good food and good company as usual, with TJ! After the meal we picked up Rachel, and got lost in Manchester trying to find The Place, to go back and pick up my luggage. At reception, the girl was struggling to get my heavy case out of the store room. ’Where is there a man, when you need one?’ I commented to her. I got a kind of sheepish grin in return!
Home by 5 pm, and the best part of 72 hours non-stop in L-mode. A great time!
Thursday
I decided to take the train in from home; no point in paying for 4 days parking if I didn’t need to use the car, and I was in Piccadilly in less than an hour. I met up with Karen, and we had a light lunch there, before checking in to the hotel. An upgrade to a deluxe apartment on the 6th floor; the weekend was starting ever so well! After unpacking we headed for the Trafford Centre by public transport, which turned out to be a bad move. The hotel staff had indicated that it would be quick, but it wasn’t the case, and it took a tram and bus, with a long wait in between, to get us there. All of a sudden we weren’t going to have the time to get ready for later. Anyway we had a look in the Lewis sale and other places, bought a few bits, and headed back. As we stepped outside, Europe was having its biggest rain deluge in living memory, so we legged it across to the bus-stop, and then decided to take a bus straight back in to Piccadilly. At the M&S food store we stocked up on a few items, including the evening micro meal, and headed back to get ready.
By about 9.30 pm we were ready to go out, and headed for AXM where we were rounding up the posse to head for the Tiger Lounge, where they were holding the weekly Here Come The Girls event, which was quite appropriate. By this time the rain had held off, and we ended up with a quiet evening in the club. For whatever reason, most of the group decided to spend the evening at AXM, but it was a good evening for us all the same, and it gave us a chance to talk to some other girls we’d met for the first time. The classic moment of the evening was the GG comment to Karen ‘You’re really gorgeous!’
Friday
Sparkle really didn’t kick off until the afternoon, so we went shopping in town in the morning. I had kind of indicated to Kaz that I wanted to stay en femme for the whole weekend, and got her ok to escort me in to town in the morning in blokey-mode. It is very liberating to be walking with a guy in town; I was able to relax a lot, and not worry about any hassle I might have otherwise got. The Arndale was rather quiet, but we had a good amble around in some of the shops (tried a lovely skirt on in Monsoon, but £50, well, not this weekend!), and then went over to M&S, and then to MAC in Selfridges, to talk with some of the girls in there.
At lunchtime we had a bite in Eden, with some of the other girls.
In the evening we were in Velvet; about 12 of us. Not so easy to book a table during Sparkle weekend. I’d booked for 12 about 2 months before, and it was a pleasant time spent with our local girls, plus Bea, Jess, Jo-Jo, Doris, Imogen, Jaime and partner (with bump!) and Linzi. It was good to catch up with Becks and Gill, who were on another table with their partners.
At the end of the night we were heading back to the apartment, when we stopped on the corner of the main street, before getting propositioned by a little middle-eastern guy. Kaz couldn't get the words out quick enough, something like 'b****r off, you little ****'. He was that close to getting a Glasgow kiss!
Saturday
I was still looking for the skirt that I couldn’t find on the previous day, so as Kaz had decided to do other things early on, I went over to Primark for my first ever look in there. The place was so busy, even for just after 9am. What surprised me most was how many blokes had been dragged in there by their partners, and looked bored stiff. I finally found a skirt I was looking for, paid a few pounds for it, and made my way back to the hotel. When I got back there I sat in reception for a bit, and read a magazine. I must have had 2-3 conversations with different people whilst I sat there; it was all very pleasant and relaxed. They when I went back to the apartment Kaz told me that she’d gone early to Primark as well, and we were probably in there at the same time!
We were doing stewarding duties in Sackville Gardens from 12-2pm; that was quite good fun, moving people on and not letting them stand still for too long. Also helping trannies out of the ground after their heels had sunken into the grass!
Afterwards it was pleasant to catch up with friends I hadn’t seen in a while, as Marianne and Vicki, and then Mel Lilac turned up. It was a lovely sight to see Jess shimmying up Canal Street looking like the girl next door, latte in hand, after spending the day at the Anderton boat lift.
Later on it was time for a quiet early meal in Fossa, with a few lovely fiends, before getting back to The Place for yet another costume change.
I remember a year ago I didn’t have the nerve to walk 100 yards down Canal Street; how things are different now! After our meal in Fossa, Kaz and I had gone back to get changed for the Magic Theatre event at AXM Late. Walking by Piccadilly Station, and the full length of a packed Canal Street at 10pm on a Saturday night in basque, black lacy skirt, fishnets and heels, I vaguely remember getting my bum felt a couple of times, but I had so much padding on down there, it could have been more often!
Unfortunately the entertainment was a bit of a flop. There were meant to be 500-600 people in the venue, but I doubt if more than 50 people could have seen the entertainment that was on show on the little stage. 6‘-4“ tall trannies wearing platforms at the front of the stage meant the rest of us couldn‘t see anything, except an occasional arm or foot in the air on the stage. A lot of people had made such an effort with their costumes, and it was a shame that the venue couldn‘t match the expectations. I was stood with Jess at the bar for a while; her face was a picture of disgust! Luckily, some of us had got on the dance floor a bit earlier, but the music wasn’t to my taste, and I found that very disappointing, for a Saturday night. Later on we floated on upstairs, and before then had a small group get together on the half landing, as just about everyone in the area at that time was known to each other, including Di and the Kate's! I think the night ended about 3 am, after we shimmied on back to the apartment, and Kaz kindly took some lingerie shots of me.
Sunday
Well the weather didn’t know what it wanted to do, with showers, sunny spells, and heavy rain. I was booked in at the Roses lunch at Villaggio’s with another 80+ diners. It looked like we had taken over the whole of the downstairs section. Nicky had done well, and all for £12 a head. Very well organised, and a better show than the Christmas meal which I’d organised last year, when they sprung the service charge on us at the last moment, after many of the diners had left.
Good food and good company as usual, with TJ! After the meal we picked up Rachel, and got lost in Manchester trying to find The Place, to go back and pick up my luggage. At reception, the girl was struggling to get my heavy case out of the store room. ’Where is there a man, when you need one?’ I commented to her. I got a kind of sheepish grin in return!
Home by 5 pm, and the best part of 72 hours non-stop in L-mode. A great time!
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