Boring Boring Comedy (or BBC for short)

The media is often criticised for presenting TGirls in an unflattering way.  Usually, the presentation is of a lurid, sensationalist nature (but enough about me).  So it was good to hear that the BBC (British Broadcasting Corporation) had made a new television comedy -Boy meets Girl- that would feature a TGirl as the lead character and portray her in a positive light. There was much to anticipate because when the BBC sets it mind to it the resulting television programmes are usually of  a high standard. Could Boy Meets Girl, therefore, be the TV (pardon the pun) show that would finally make us TGirls look good. 

Sadly, the answer is a resounding No.  Boy meets Girl is not sensationalist or lurid or even...................remotely funny!  As a comedy show, you would find more laughs at an autopsy.  Even worse, the most boring character in the show is the TGirl.  If I was a teenager struggling with confused gender identity and had the misfortune to watch Boy Meets Girl I would cry myself to sleep saying worried sick that the religious right were, in fact, right and that God's punishment for wearing a dress and heels would be to turn me into the most unfunny and uninteresting person imaginable.  I would burn my bra not in protest but in despair  

We all know that TGirls do have a sense of humour...........right????  Anyway, here's a link to me being funny.
Fifi the Dancing Queen 


 

A blustery visit to the seaside!.

Penny Diamond came to visit on Wednesday and we decided, as it was a sunny late September day, to visit the seaside.  As well as being fun, the visit would provide material for a Blog entry with some wonderful accompanying photos.  However, like many a good idea, the actual outcome varied from the noble aspiration.  

A 20 minute car ride took us to a little coastal village called Blackrock.  The sun was shining and we grabbed our cameras.  It was then that the Fates decided to intervene. 

As soon as we stepped out of the car, we discovered just how blustery it was.  Rather than photos showcasing my poise and elegance -well, my attempts at poise and elegance- there was a series of photos proving that I was a perfect candidate to be one of the Three Witches in Macbeth.  Judge for yourself!  

It was also my first experience of trying to eat an ice cream cone through windswept hair.  It doesn't improve the taste!