transgender t-shirt trauma

Cross-dressing is never something i've felt all that interested it. I mean, i'm not desperately interested in girls wearing pretty girlie clothes, so why would i want to myself? Well it seems on some unconscious subliminal level i am because every time i go to a gig and want to buy a t-shirt it usually turns out that it's a girls one. Perhaps it's the gay gene kicking in a bit more. Or maybe the t-shirts they make for guys could just be shit? And even out of the one's that aren't for girls the one i decide i usually want is sold out. So as a result i'm without a secret machines, graham coxon and !!! shirt which isn't really satisfactory. Especially when the silly machine and chk people's websites tease you with nice pictures but you can't anything out of them for love nor money! I guess it serves me right for being such an average, stereotypical gig-going medium sized man.

every good turn deserves headbutter

i headbutted a pensioner today. now, i realise that's not something to be proud of, and it's not as if i'm boasting about it. but she did put her head in the way. i was quite happy wandering along lunch in hand minding my own business, when a nice harmless looking old lady asked for a hand getting her wheelchair out of the boot. being the chivalrous gentleman that i am i plonked my sarnie down and grabbed it. i know i'm not the beefiest boy on the block but think i can handle getting a little wheelchair out of the car. granny obviously didn't agree and decided to help. so she snuck up on me and as i turned around whacked her on the head. luckily for her, her industrial strength blue rinse perm cushioned the blow somewhat so we both escaped unscathed. the morale of the story: don't help grannies.

here we go again...

well, the blog's back. and this time it's on someone else's server so that if it goes belly up i can blame someone else. i'm still playing about with what i want it to look like. and i'm sure that'll take just as long as it will take for me to think of something interesting to write about. i've still got the moblog kicking about if you want to look at that. and there's some other photos on the fake plastic lee website. normal service will be resumed shortly, i assure you. expect post titles stolen from song lyrics, moaning and ranting, the occasional picture, and a load of pointless waffle.