Anyway, after today, I might not be able to write any new entries to the blog for a while. I will be back, but I can't promise when. If I get the chance, I'll write a quick paragraph, but it's unlikely that I'll be able to contribute regular blog entries with any kind of frequency again for at least another week. But please, don't forget me. Come back soon!
Clubbers to take a peaceful Magic Roundabout trip home - Children's TV theme tunes like The Magic Roundabout will be played as pub and club customers head home to try to prevent fights. Lollipops will also be given out to occupy drinkers' hands to stop them punching each other, according to press reports.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:58 am
Bloody hell! What crap was I writing last night? Was I overstimulated or what? I could go back and edit it, but I think I'll take the advice I was given last night and leave it alone. Never go back, leave it alone, the man said. Write a new book. Book? I don't think I'm up to that yet, but I can write new blog entries for sure.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:20 am
Thursday, May 24, 2001
On my way home the train stopped for a while outside the lair of the black rabbit. Just outside of Didcot there is a field where sometimes I spy a melanistic rabbit. It's one of the little games I play when travelling to and from work on the train. As you may know, I make a mental note of the rolling stock that is named after various sea-creatures. (I find these really amusing. I mean, I could undertand naming boats or ships after sea-creatures and fish, but coal trucks and track repair vehicles is crazy! Oh, and I saw a porpoise tonight as well, so that's another one to add to the list.) Also, I look out for the black rabbit. It's almost as if, if I spy him, it's a sign of good luck. Not that I'm ordinarily superstitious. Anyway, the train had stopped right alongside the field where the black rabbit is usually spied. I scoured the entire field with my eyes, searching amongst the vegetation for the little fellow. Not a sausage. Then it occured to me; could he have crossed the railway track and perhaps be cavorting in the field opposite? I looked over and saw other rabbits skipping about but no black rabbit. Which got me thinking: would one group of rabbits stray from their own field and cross the tracks anyway, or would that other field be like a foreign country to them? Not unreachable, but simply not home to them. Would the barrier that is the railway line actually mean anything to rabbits geographically speaking? Would it represent a border, or would it be meaningless? And why the hell does my mind work in such a bizarre way? Then I looked back to the first field, and what was the first thing I saw? The black rabbit!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:56 pm
I was feeling quite inspired tonight as I made my way home. After work I nipped into Borders where a small crowd had gathered to listen to author Will Self give a reading from his latest novel "How The Dead Live". He was a very entertaining talker, and his reading was superb. The book deals with a 65-year old Jewish woman who is dying from cancer. She, understandably, has quite a cynical outlook on life. Well, from what I gathered anyway. After the reading there was a question and answer session, and Self fielded the questions excellently with his dry wit and wisdom.
I feel so jealous of people who can create a work of fiction such as a novel of this sort. I've always wanted to write a book, but I've got no idea about subject matter. I just can't imagine coming up with an interesting enough plot or storyline to begin with, let alone being able to sustain it for an entire novel. As far as language is concerned, well I know I can handle that. I'm just short of ideas. Does that make me lacking in imagination? I sincerely hope not. After the question and answer session, Will Self signed books for those who wanted them. I grabbed a copy of "How The Dead Live" which he kindly signed, and I asked him whether he is a perfectionist. For instance, when he's reading back a chapter as he had done that evening for us all, does he want to edit his already written work? Does he want to go back and tweak it? He said, No never, which I found surprising as I always want to re-write my own writings, however so humble they may be. Yes, even the crap I write in this blog, I pour over and disseminate; I go back to paragraphs and I tweak mercilessly. Self told me he never re-writes what he has already written. What he wants to do is to move on and write a new book. "Leave it alone" he said. Which is fair enough comment, and could illustrate why I could never make a novelist, as I'd be too perfectionist; I can imagine I'd be writing and re-writing the first chapter for ever!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:35 pm
OK, who's been looking up my profile on Yahoo!? Gawd, it makes me nervous when people do that.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:56 pm
So, it's Bob Dylan's 60th, is it? I have to say that his music has always left me cold. I hear the name Bob Dylan, or even worse, I hear his horrible whining voice, and I switch off. But I suppose he did write "All Along The Watchtower" which was a cracking song for Jimi Hendrix. But Dylan's the kind of guy that people rave about, freely bandying about such superlatives as "genius". A bit like John Lennon. I couldn't stand Lennon, he was either too smug and generally pleased with himself or else he was too much under the spell of that witch Yoko Ono. I preferred Paul McCartney's Beatles compositions, but I still reckon the best songwriter out of the Beatles was George Harrison. And I even have a soft spot for dear ol' Ringo Starr's "Octopus's Garden".
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:09 pm
Invisible toy doll makes money out of thin air An invisible toy doll has gone on sale in the UK for £1.99. The US company behind action figure Invisible Jim says it encourages children to use their imaginations and doesn't take up any space.
Full story: http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_303399.html
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:50 am
Wednesday, May 23, 2001
Oh dear.. just to prove how much stuff I accumulate and what a mess my room must be in, I was rummaging about just now and opened up a guitar case and found an acoustic guitar that I'd forgotten I owned! It must be ages since I'd seen it. It's an Aria Elecord electro-acoustic with active pick-up. It plays quite nicely; not the loudest acoustic in the world, but it has a nice electric-feel slim neck, and guess what? It was still in tune. The strings have that horrible metallic "old" smell to them, though. But, yeah, I've been playing it for the last hour and it's groovy.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:50 pm
Grrrrr... It seems that the server at Blogspot is down. Which means that no-one can see this blog. Until Blogspot is up and running again, that is. So - if you can read this - then Hurrah! and forget I said anything. But... I've been considering moving the entire blog onto my GeoCities webpages (see link for my homepage in the sidebar). Or possibly somewhere else. It all depends on how stable Blogspot is going to be in the future. So if you try visiting this blog one day and can't find it, I may have moved it. I'm not going to delete it, you can be sure of that.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:31 pm
Last night's gig: Ardal O'Hanlon Yeah, O'Hanlon was good. He came on-stage wearing an enormous tartan suit, which made him resemble Great Uncle Bulgaria from The Wombles. I enjoyed the show, although he was struggling at one point with the sound from the microphone vanishing, which was a shame. You could almost sense everyone in the theatre struggling to hear what he was saying. But, I didn't think he was as funny as he was on that videotape I have of one of his stand-up shows (taped off of Paramount Comedy Channel, last year). If anything, he wasn't being quite as surreal; the humour was more down-to-earth stuff, about things like how having kids wears you out, and how people need to calm down in today's society, etc. Possibly, he doesn't want people to think he's copying Eddie Izzard with the surreal stuff. Or perhaps it's a reaction against Father Ted, which was quite a surreal show. (How many priests did they have on that island?) I was really looking forward to him having a go at Michael Flatley, but he didn't mention the fellow. HOWEVER, big bonus point here: He was talking about how the irish, and his family in particular, seem to be obsessed with death; that his father would attend every funeral within a 40 mile radius and that his mother would phone with the latest news of "You'll never guess who's died...". Then Ardal commented that, he himself was obsessed with death, saying "Sometimes I think about my own death. And sometimes I think about other people dying. Like Jamie Oliver for instance." (Cue sudden cheer from Gina in the audience).
I also have to say that the support act, Danny Boyle (I think that was his name), a young Glaswegian fellow, was brilliant. He was confident, quick, very good at ad-libbing and feeding off the audience. He started out reading some choice inane-isms from David Beckham's autobiography and had us in stitches right from the offset. Very funny guy. He deserves to go far.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:13 am
Most likely these chaps and chappesses will have no idea who I am, but I enjoy reading their thoughts, and yes, I have borrowed the occasional idea and/or link from a couple of these very blogs. It's not exactly plagiarism; it's more a case of sharing of information.
And I still want to know why I can't find any other blogs by transvestites or transsexuals.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:45 pm
Hurrah, Hooray, and Hurroo!!! Tonight I'm meeting with Jenny and Gillian and we are off to see Ardal O'Hanlon at the Oxford Apollo. I can't wait. I have somewhere a videotape of one of his stand-up shows (I recorded it off the Paramount Comedy Channel). He is just so funny. What is it that the posters say? Watch him turn innocence into a deadly comic weapon (it was a Sunday Times quote). Of course most people know him as the big eejit Father Dougal in Channel 4's excellent Father Ted series (see The Craggy Island Examiner). And there's also that BBC series, My Hero, which I desperately TRY to find funny because I like O'Hanlon, but there's something missing from that show for me. And is it just me, or do some of the concepts in that programme seem as if they have been borrowed from a Tom Holt novel? Not to mention the title?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:10 am
Streuth? Trannies on Coronation Street? Whatever next? In tonight's episode, Dougie - landlord of the Rovers Return, announced that they were going to be holding a drag night at that very hostelry! I wonder what the Street's resident transsexual, Hayley Cropper, will make of that?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:55 pm
I complained of being tired in yesterday's blog entry, but now... I'm mega-tired. We - Tamsin, Sherri and I - had a fabulous night out in honour of Sherri's birthday, at Storme's and at the WayOut Club. It was good to catch up with BobbyJo, Zoey and entourage; Nicki, Debbie and Joanne; Frances and Sindy (long time no see); and the Birmingham girls, Stella and Sandy. I think BobbyJo was worried for a split second when I informed her that "Oh, Jamie Oliver's going to be coming along later, and he's bringing his friends Charlie Dimmock and Alan Titchmarsh." Actually my recollection of the whole night is a bit fuzzy as we had shared a magnum of the fizzy bubbly stuff before even leaving Tamsin's flat.
My pressie to Sherri, a personalised snowstorm
After WayOut we returned to Tamsin's flat, where she put on the video of "Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels", which looked quite good I have to admit, but I couldn't follow it as I kept dropping off to sleep on the sofa; I just couldn't stay awake. I think it was at 5:00 a.m. when we all turned in to get some sleep. But it wasn't to be a long sleep for me as I had my alarm set for 9:30. I got up before the others and having had a wash and a fix of coffee, I made my way to Seven Sisters tube station and caught the train to Finsbury Park, and went along to join the queue of fans waiting to get tickets to see Eddie Izzard at the Red Rose Comedy Club. He's doing a couple of weeks of low-key gigs before this big Wembley do for Amnesty International, and tickets are very limited. For the Red Rose shows, tickets were only going to be on sale today at 11:30. Anyway, I was in luck. There were about 40 people ahead of me, but that wasn't too many, so I didn't miss out (the queue behind grew to a quite scary length), and I got tickets for the show on the 29th May. It just meant waiting around outside the club for over an hour. Luckily I had the latest Tom Holt paperback, "Valhalla", on me to help pass the time. I eventually got home at 5:00 p.m. feeling very tired. Watched new episodes of The Simpsons and Futurama, so more Hurrah to that!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:08 pm
Saturday, May 19, 2001
Tired... (*yawn*)... I had to get up because the cat was meowing at me for his food. Just as well he woke me up because I still have a lot ot do - and shouldn't really be on the internet - before I leave for London early afternoon. Because tonight it's
A big crowd of us T* girls and friends will be at Storme's, and - I think - WayOut too! And it's still not too late to make YOUR mind up to come along too. We hope to see you there!
Now... what SHALL I wear?...
Storme's is at Stepney Night Club, Jubilee Street, London E1. From 9.00pm to 2.30 am, every Saturday.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:25 am
Whatever happened to Morph, the metamorphosising little brown clay fellow with the squeaky voice? Perhaps he's a billionaire by now, living in the lap of luxury. After all, surely he richly deserves such reward, having lent his name to special effects in the movies? (I mean, when did you first hear the word "morph"? Precisely!) Yeah, I can picture him now, sitting by the pool at his gleaming white mansion in LA, sipping on cocktails, and not a cloud in the sky to worry his little plasticine head as he enjoys the wealth and good fortune his royalties have brought him. And of course he'd have his personal staff... Mr Bennett the caretaker would of course look after the house and act as valet, and Tony Hart would be Morph's personal decorator and design consultant. And of course, you couldn't begrudge the little fellow this fabulous lifestyle. I mean, here's a guy who used to live in a wooden box on Tony Hart's desk!
Links (you know you want them): Bubblegun article, We Salute You - Morph, Aardman Animations, The Morph Files
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:17 am
Thursday, May 17, 2001
Look what TinTin sent me! More J*mie Oliv*r inspired madness... click here ... Eeeeeks! There's loads of it. Just keep clicking the links, I ain't gonna list them all here. And no, these have nothing to do with me. Honest, guv.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:54 pm
The girls at work were circulating this on email today:
A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer. All of a sudden, he said out loud, "Lord grant me one wish."
Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and in a booming voice the Lord said, "Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."
The man said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii, so I can drive over anytime I want."
The Lord said, "Your request is very materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of another wish, a wish you think would honor and glorify me."
The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, "Lord, I wish that I could understand women. I want to know how they feel inside, what they are thinking when they give me the silent treatment, why they cry, what they mean when they say 'nothing', and how I can make a woman truly happy."
The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:48 am
Douglas Adams fans urged to mark 'Towel Day' An internet campaign is encouraging fans of "Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy" author Douglas Adams to remember him later this month - by carrying a towel around with them all day. Cult author Adams, who died on Friday, wrote that there is one thing an interstellar traveller ought never to be without - a towel. Writing on the site for open source software developers, www.binaryfreedom.com, D. Clyde Williamson said the 25th of May ought to be designated "Towel Day". He wrote: "Make sure that the towel is conspicous - use it as a talking point to encourage those who have never read the Hitchhiker's Guide to go pick up a copy. "Wrap it around your head, use it as a weapon, soak it in nutrients - whatever you want!"
I found this link on http://www.notsosoft.com/blog/
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:27 am
I got home too late last night from Paul's to be able to write anything here in the blog. Going back to Wantage where I used to live was a weird experience. It felt like stepping back in time. The familiar market square and statue of King Alfred were a background to a large portion of my youth, bringing back a flood of memories, some good, some bad.
As soon as I got off the bus outside the Bear Hotel in the town centre I spied a pair of ducks, and thought to myself, "Yep, this is Wantage!" There were ducks everywhere. I believe that down by the mill on Mill Street (natch) that special red triangular traffic signs depicting a black duck silhouette had to be erected to warn traffic of ducks on the road.
Paul and I had a bite to eat at the Lamb - a pub I used to frequent many moons ago - although it's been totally renovated inside and is barely recognisable as the haunt of yesteryear. Then we went back to his new house, and I got to see his studio set-up (very scarily impressive), the new guitar I mentioned yesterday, and Grog's old red surfcaster bass (signed "Pluck Me! Grog") which seemed to be in very good condition considering the number of times she'd chucked it on the floor or bounced it on the stage at the end of gigs.
Pictured: Grog with the red Charvel Surfcaster bass that Paul now has
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:17 am
Wednesday, May 16, 2001
I'm nipping around to Paul's after work tonight. I think he wants to show off his new guitar and amp. The guitar is a Godin - one of these all-singing all-dancing jobbies with twin humbucking pick-ups, acoustic pickup, and synthesiser pickup. I think it cost him about £1300.
Eeeeks! and Yikes! I'd be scared to even touch a guitar that cost that much in case I left even a fingermark on it, let alone scratch it. My two Fenders are scratched and dented, and the fingerboard varnish is cracked and worn away through playing. Which is a good thing, surely. I think an expensive guitar would be too intimidating to play. Actually my fave guitar is my plexiglass Legend (pictured below) which I bought for a little over £200. It feels great, looks great, and has a great sound.
DUST OFF THAT DRESS: A 1935 law in Tasmania banning men from wearing female clothes in public between sunset and sunrise has been repealed. Metro, 16 Nov 2000
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:41 pm
I never did come back with a repsonse to that dreadful woman Anne Robinson's racist remarks about the welsh people, did I? But I think that the following from the editorial in the current issue of the Fortean Times (FT 14, June 2001) says it all for me:
While current opinion about whether our lucky ancestors ever interbred with Neanderthals is that they didn't, new research from the John Radcliffe Institute of Molecular Medicine in Oxford seems to imply that they did. Modern-type Homo sapiens settlers are believed to have migrated out of Africa about 40,000 years ago, yet the researchers have suggested that the so-called 'ginger gene' (responsible for red hair, fair skin and freckles) could be up to 100,000 years old. They claim that their discovery points to the gene having originated in Neanderthals who lived in Europe for 200,000 years before our ancestors and who coexisted with them until they became extinct about 28,000 years ago. At last we have a come-back to that acerbic redhead Anne Robinson: "You are the missing link! Goodbye!"
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:24 pm
Belgian villagers make three-mile long bra chain Belgian women have broken the world record for making a bra chain. The women from the village of Westerlo have made a three-mile-long chain with their 7,400 bras. The previous record was 1.3 miles, produced by the women of Bruges several years ago. The chain - that's been hung in the streets of Westerlo - has attracted more than 14,000 visitors.The women handed in their bras to organisers and volunteers pinned them together.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:54 am
A useful tip: Never try to cross the road whilst listening to the speeding cars section of "Autobahn" by Kraftwerk on a personal stereo.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:00 am
There are some well yummy shoes primarily aimed at the high heel enthusiast, available at: www.bananashoes.com. The sizes range from 3(UK) to 12(UK). I'm looking forward to my next pay cheque so I can buy some!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:53 am
"Guys and girls are different in ways only we realize. In fact, without asking about your clothes, grooming, or penis, our Gender Test can predict, with 100% accuracy, whether you're a guy or a girl."
100% accuracy, eh? A bold claim. And a false claim I found too, because I took the test - answering all the questions honestly - and at the end I was told that:
"You are definitely a woman"
Which I found intriguing.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:23 pm
Phew... just got to the end of another weekendy type thing. So... wasn't the Eurovision Song Contest a complete pile of arse? Not that I watched it from the beginning, but the bits I did see were scary enough. And Denmark should have won. Ho hum...
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:13 pm
Friday, May 11, 2001
I had an email from BobbyJo who clearly needed to vent her spleen (or something like that). She seemed most passionate in her argument:
I hate Jamie Oiver! His smug grin and boyish almost childlike behaviour. His 'one of the lads, coffee mug smashing' attitude. Yuk! He makes me sick. Alan Titchmarsh makes me sick as well. As for that lot who do house makeovers, well they make me sick too. Local radio also makes me sick! Radio Kent, yuk!
Alan Titchmarch, eh? Hasn't he got a thing about painting people's garden fences blue? And what about that Charlie Dimmocks or whatever her name is? Has she never heard of MAKE-UP? It can do wonders for a girl.
Charlie Dimmock is to make-up what Worzel Gummidge was to dress sense! Isn't she a site? Covered in lawn clippings and smelling of compost, she makes me sick. Did you see she is appearing in a telly show doing something on a trapeze? Can't remember when I just saw the picture a while back in one of the daily's. Not a picture for the faint hearted. Some folks think she's a real head turner but for me it's just the stomach that turns. She makes me sick. As for that big bloke who does all the concreting well, what can I say? All in all the three of them are a complete waste of time. I'd bury the whole set of them under a giant dung heap and say 'propagate that you SOBs, you all made me sick'.
Eeeeeks! Someone fetch a sick bag for BobbyJo please!!! A word of caution to you, BobbyJo. Never go on a boating trip or cross-channel ferry on a choppy sea with the Ground Force team. There'd be puke everywhere. It's just as well they don't have gardens on ships, I suppose.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:30 pm
Are there any ladies out there looking for that special man? Could it be that the Asian Prince is the one for you? Could you be his Princess?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:29 pm
Is there's no escaping him? I was browsing through a few shops in Oxford this lunch-hour, and was looking at the internet and computing mags in WHSmiths, when I saw HIS face on the cover of an internet magazine now, Goddammit! Yes, it was bloody Jamie Oliver again. Grrrrr... then I nipped around to Borders and was trying to look at a display stand of the latest paperbacks but there were this loud middle-aged American couple generally getting in the way and preventing my literary perusal. Then, I noticed that the American gentleman was leafing through a book of Jamie Oliver's recipes. More Grrrrrr... Not content with having his inane grinning mug plastered all over the book's jacket, he even has his photographs on the pages within! I thought you were supposed to get pictures of the food in recipe books, not bleedin' Jamie Oliver? And you can't even switch on the telly these days without being confronted by one of his adverts. 'I'll tell you what'd be nice, one of those olives. Oh no! I dropped it in me helmet. I'll save it for later.' Even more Grrrrr... I know I go on and on about him, but Grrrrrrrrrr...
Listening to Kraftwerk's "Electric Cafe" album on the way into work this morning brought some memories back (not meaning that I haven't listened to it for a while - just that this time I was allowing my mind to wander, as you do on train journeys). One memory was of playing with my mice back in the Old Surgery flat in Wantage where I lived for a little while. I and my girlfriend at the time had six mice. Four we'd bought from a pet shop and we're all different colours. They had names but I can only remember that of a sandy-coloured bruiser called Rat. There were also two white mice that had been smuggled out of a research laboratory. Their names were Ploppy and Ploppy. Yes, the same name for both of them. Well, you couldn't tell them apart anyway so why go to the trouble of giving them separate names? And, yes, they plop a lot. They were most proficient at it. That's what mice do. Anyway, I have a distinct memory of listening to "Electric Cafe" (on vinyl, no less!) one day when I'd got the mice out of their cage and was playing with them. The quirky electronic sounds seemed quite an appropriate soundtrack for the mice. The four from the pet shop were still quite young, and I remember falling about laughing after having burst into song, singing "Baby mice - baby mice..." to the tune of "Edelweiss". Those mice were so cool. They would run up my arm and sit on my shoulder, then run down again. They also had a jeep in which they'd drive around. No, that's not quite true. They never mastered driving it (I don't think it had an engine anyway as it was only plastic), but they'd climb inside and plop in it, which is as near to driving a jeep as a mouse is ever going to get.
The other memory that "Electric Cafe" invoked was of working on a kibbutz in Israel. This must have been back in 1987. Most my duties were spent in the kitchen washing up dishes for the whole community and hosing down the place afterwards! We did have a big conveyor belt type dishwasher so it wasn't all by hand, thankfully. Less pleasant duties included getting up early in the mornings to get several thousand chickens out of the chicken shed and packed up into crates, so they could be sent away to their doom on the back of a lorry. You had to pick them like flowers - four chickens in each hand - a leg of each between each of your fingers. Heavy gloves were definitiely a requirement, and - bloody hell - eight chickens are very heavy! Another duty was sorting apples in the apple packing factory. Hell, the shit they used to coat those apples in to polish and preserve them. After six hours working there the skin was peeling off the palms of your hands. And then there was the time when I was looking for anti-tank mines in a drained fish pond, pushing a metal stick into the mud every couple of paces. I thought about what I'd been doing afterwards and it scared the hell out of me, although for some reason it hadn''t bothered me at the time. I remember some guy from New Zealand yelling at me "Not so hard!" as apparently I was thrusting that metal rod into the mud a tad too forcefully. Anyway, we often used to listen to Israeli radio during all of this, which played an eclectic bunch of tunes. Favourites that I remember included "Boing Boom Tschak" by Kraftwerk from the aforementioned "Electric Cafe" album - a song in which the sounds of a drum machine are replaced by vocal samples. Another favourite was "Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life" by Monty Python and from the film The Life of Brian. Which I thought was interesting considering the religious parody going on there - and this was Israel. I kept wondering, did they know from whence the song came?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:22 am
Thursday, May 10, 2001
Look at this! I got into work this morning, and found this act of wanton violence against my personal property, to whit: one Scooby Doo coffee mug (a treasured family heirloom, I might add) with the handle smashed off. The bastards! Or maybe it was the ghost of Jamie Oliver trying to get his revenge on me for all the wisecracks I've been making about him and encouraging amongst others. Yes yes yes, I know he's not actually dead as such, but you never know with these TV-chef-celebrity-type bods. They most likely have some kind of TV chef voodoo magic that they practise. Look at the reverential way in which they treat their kitchen tools; their knives, for instance. Tish! These are blatantly nothing less than a sorcerer's magic wand and other esoteric paraphernalia. And Delia Smith... I've heard she's a witch. You mark my words now, these TV chefs will be the undoing of us all.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:06 pm
Wednesday, May 09, 2001
Do you know what? For once, I am actually stumped. I have no idea what I can possibly write about today. I mean, of course, I don't have to write something every day, but I do like to make an effort if there's a computer and internet connection handy. And I usually find something to waffle on about, don't I? But today... NOTHING... a big fat zilch!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:12 pm
Tuesday, May 08, 2001
Tonight I watched a tape of Sunday's episode of Futurama. It was the one in which Bender, having been involved in an accident with a giant can opener, champions the broken robot cause and joins Beck for a tour and a charity concert named "Bend Aid". I loved the bit when Cyborg and Garfunkel were singing "Scarborough Fair"... I was crying with laughter! (See: http://www.fox.com/futurama, http://www.morefuturama.com/, http://www.futuramaoutlet.com/)
I also watched - purely by accident - a cookery programme featuring cheeky chappie Jamie Oliver (see earlier entry for the link; I can't be bothered to repeat it AGAIN; this ain't the bleedin' Jamie Oliver fan club you know). He's such a scamp, isn't he?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:21 pm
Another plus point about being a transvestite: if you develop an unsightly skin blemish, then you have your make-up box at your disposal. It can be a very useful resource.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:29 pm
Following my scribblings on this very blog last Wednesday, let's take the piss out of Jamie Oliver just a little bit more! My dear friend TinTin writes to say:
we take the piss out of him all the time! don't you just hate that thing he does at the end of the current advert, where he rubs his tummy and then goes into a monkey-like action!!
It's true! The man is just so over the top and forced in his actions! And his website is so funny too (unintentionally, I believe). I was looking at it just now and it had me in stitches. And talk about cashing in... he's now releasing an album of Music To Cook By! Preposterous!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:48 am
Monday, May 07, 2001
Sorry, I've been away for a few days, hence missed a couple of days of blog entries. Went to see Die So Fluid do a gig in Camden Town with Annie on Sunday night, which was fantastic. Chatted to all the band, Grog, Drew and Al, and generally had a groovy time. I said thanks to Drew again for sending me the unreleased Ultraviolet CD which we had been playing over and over before going to the gig. He seemed to be more proud of his cover artwork (a torched Barbie doll) than of the actual music therein, but it's wonderful stuff, especially the last song "Versus" which is still included in the Die So Fluid set these days.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:57 pm
Friday, May 04, 2001
Sherri's birthday A date for your diaries: Saturday 19 May. Celebrations will be at Storme's - see www.stormes-london.com for details of where it's at, what's on, and photographs from previous club nights. It is truly a fabulous night out, dahlings! Let's make this a special one for Sherri. We hope to see you there!
Storme's is at Stepney Night Club, Jubilee Street, London E1. From 9.00pm to 2.30 am, every Saturday.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:38 pm
Whoops! I've just been having an email chat with a friend and it seems that I might have offended some of you with these comments the other day:
'Are trannies only interested in posting photographs of themselves? Or is it a desire to portray oneself as a mindless Barbie-esque figure; i.e. "I'm just a dumb blonde and too stupid to write"?'
Let me try to explain.
Obviously, Sherri and I are as guilty as anyone - if not more so than most - of posting photographs of ourselves on the net. By our very nature as TVs (or TGs or whatever label) our appearance - our transformation - is a major part of what we do, so of course we want to post pictures. And I really wasn't trying to denegrate others who post pictures of themselves. There's nowt wrong with it!
But, don't you ever surf through a few sites, and think "Oh no, not another tranny site! Same old stuff..."? Sometimes it'd be nice to find something just a little bit different, someone who's got something interesting to say that'll make me sit up and take notice.
And, I personally find it increasingly frustrating when visitors to my website(s) seem only interested in looking at the pictures and can't be bothered to read anything that I have written. I get emails from people claiming that they love my website and go on to say "so tell me about yourself", or else asking me questions the answers of which they'd have known anyway if only they'd tried reading through my site. So, someone loves my site, but hasn't read a word of what I've said? Weird!
As I have already said on this blog:
'...what I want to show is that I'm a regular person, with lots of interests, doing all kinds of stuff, and that I'm not some shallow two-dimensional cartoon character."
And that ISN'T supposed to imply that all other T*s are shallow two-dimensional cartoon characters. There are some individuals I can think of who we could apply that tag to (and - who knows - they'd possibly see it as a compliment!), but that was NOT what I was trying to infer.
OK, we all put up websites for different reasons. For some people it IS a way of showing off pictures of themselves to their friends and peers. Again, there is nothing wrong with that. It serves a purpose. Fine.
But, websites can work on many different levels, and I was bemoaning the lack of sites where people actually have something interesting to say. I just love reading about people, hearing stories, hence my love of autobiographies.
I don't think that the problem I have been talking about is inherent amongst the T* community - I think it is a problem of web-users of all persuasions everywhere. The internet allows quick and easy publishing of words, pictures, graphics, sounds bites, music, animations ... The sky's the limit! But it's not being used to its potential and that's a shame.
OUCH! I was in quite a lot of pain yesterday as I'd hurt my Coccyx (tail-bone). I have no idea how I managed to injure myself in this way, so don't ask. It wasn't too bad sitting down in a chair, and not too painful when standing up; what really hurt was getting from one state to the other! So, I spent most of the day going around saying "Owwww".
In the evening things got better. The pain started to go away. Actually, I had quite a good night. First of all, I stopped off to get fish and chips on the way home (lovely and golden they were) and when I got in through the front door and sorted through the mail on the doormat I found a CD that Drew, guitarist from Die So Fluid, had sent me. It was a copy of their unreleased mini-album "Memoirs of a Psychopath" recorded in their previous incarnation as Ultraviolet. Drew had very kindly sent me the CD in thanks for being so supportive of the band over the last few years. And it's great stuff too - it's so good to have a recording of all those songs I'd heard at their gigs so many times.
This pic is from last year. The band's hairstyles have changed a bit now...
Drew had his long hair cut off, and Grog's mane is now black!
Jacques Cousteau's Undersea World of Trainspotting* Following on from my musings on the naming conventions of railway utilitarian rolling stock vehicles (see Blog entry for Wednesday, April 25), Big Jack tells me that:
There's Dogfish and Catfish and Sharks, and Sea Lions. So its not all fish, exactly. They're the ones that come past here. They're all to do with track repair, and coal wagons and other revenue earning types have less prosaic names like "ZHA" "PCV".
Ah, but I never said fish, did I? "Aquatic life-forms" was the term I used, as I had realised that sealions and seacows were mammals. But another thing I've noticed, since we are on this fascinating topic: the seacow, sealion and sea urchin (I think) seem to be different names for the same class of coal waggon? What's all that about then, Big Jack? * Jacques Cousteau ... Jack Cousteau ... Big Jack ... geddit? Well, I thought it was clever anyway.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:40 pm
Here's an interesting little book review (brought to my attention by SF blog MediaChic) that might intrigue those of us interested in gender politics: "Turning on the Girls" by Cheryl Benard in which 'Women run the world in this satirical novel, banning stiletto heels and rape fantasies and making vegetarianism and "nurturing" classes for men compulsory.'
Yikes! I don't like that bit about banning stiletto heels. High heels have nothing to do with male oppression. They have everything to do with being fabulous, and - I think - should be seen as a sign of empowerment. Still, that's a minor point and not really germaine to the whole concept of the book. Reading through that review (at www.salon.com) it seems like the novel might make an interesting, thought-provoking and entertaining read, so I'll have to put that one on my wish list.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:04 am
Wednesday, May 02, 2001
I've got another autobiography on the go at the moment (i.e. one that I am reading, not writing myself), namely "Moab is my Washpot" by Stephen Fry, who has a delicious way with the English Language; witness this excerpt which tells of a mynah bird at his prep school:
"...the bird was even capable of rendering exactly the sound of four crates of third-pint milk bottles being banged onto a Formica-topped trestle table, a sound it heard every day at morning break. It sounds an unlikely feat, but I assure you I do not exaggerate. As a matter of fact I heard the broadcaster and naturalist Johnny Morris on the radio not so long ago talking about his mynah bird who could precisely mimic three pints being placed on a doorstep. The aural replication of milk delivery is clearly a common (if evolutionarily bewildering) gift amongst the domesticated mynahs of the West Country and a phenomenon into which more research cries out to be done."
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:31 pm
At Didcot Station there is a poster emblazoned with the legend "Get Caught Reading" accompanying a photo of cheeky TV chef, media darling, and Sainbury's adverteer, Jamie Oliver, who is clutching a book at arms' length and throwing his head about with a exceedingly inane grin on his face. His whole aspect and deportment is such that it suggests that he can't even sit still and read a book in a quiet and un-cheeky manner. It even looks as if the book might be one of his ingredients; that he is about to tear out the pages and toss them into a salad.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 5:15 pm
Why is it that there are SO many transgender websites out there (usually with very little content of any substance) but virtually no other weblogs written by transgendered people? Are trannies only interested in posting photographs of themselves? Or is it a desire to portray oneself as a mindless Barbie-esque figure; i.e. "I'm just a dumb blonde and too stupid to write"? I've been trawling the net looking for other tranny-blogs that I can link to, but can't find anything of that nature. And why is it that there are so many blogs written by gay people? Are gays all natural Oscar Wildes? What's going on here?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:19 pm
Having slept on it, here's my reply to that television researcher guy, re: THAT email from yesterday.
Date: Wed, 2 May 2001 01:37:34 -0700 (PDT) From: firstname.lastname@example.org Subject: Re: To: Yorkshire <Yorkshire.Temp@granadamedia.com>
The more I think about the email you sent me yesterday, the more concerned I become that the transgendered will be portrayed in a derogatory fashion. The idea that you propose is hardly going to do the transgendered community any favours at all.
It'll only serve to confirm to the "general public" that we are all weirdoes and freaks. Many of us have been campaigning for acceptance and tolerance for years. A programme of this nature will undo a lot of hard work and create mistrust and ridicule. It will be severely damaging. Why the transgendered angle at all?
I seriously urge you to drop this ill-advised idea. After all, you wouldn't make derogatory TV programmes about ethnic minorities, would you? Or about women? Or the disabled? Yes, there is such a thing as being overly politically correct, but a balance has to be struck, and in this case I'd say the whole concept is severely lacking in taste and will offend one hell of a lot of people.
If anyone else thinks his idea stinks, email him and tell him so!
Am I over-reacting? I maintain that I am not being a prude. Anything that is done between consenting adults is fine by me. But a TV programme that basically says - "Look here's a group of transvesties and transsexuals... Look at how they behave!" - I think is going to paint an extremely unflattering portrait of the TG community as a whole.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:48 am
Tuesday, May 01, 2001
Today, I received a rather bizarre email as follows:
From: Yorkshire <Yorkshire.Temp@granadamedia.com> To: "'email@example.com'" <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Date: Tue, 1 May 2001 17:55:34 -0000
My name is Nigel Durkan and i am a researcher for Yorkshire TV in London UK who are making a six part series for LWT called Plesure Seekers. I am loking for Transvestites/trnasgender people who are into Messy Fun or just pleasure with food, oil, mud, water etc etc.
My ideal would be a dinner party where everyone would turn up in in their bets outfits etc and then get down to Messy fun. We are making s serious programme about ordinary people celebrating alternative lifestyles.What do you think? Can you help me? I hope so! Please send me a email either way, or prehaps you could give me some contacts or post this email on your site. It would be good to talk to someone.
Regards. Nigel Durkan
0207 793 4295
So, it looks like even more shite lowest common denominator Tabloid-style television programming is being proposed. *SIGH*... That's really going to be a boost to the transgendered scene in the eyes of the general public, isn't it? If anyone seriously wants to take up this guy on this silly offer, then good luck to you.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 6:02 pm
Since re-submitting my website to Susana Marques Transgender Directory yesterday (previously she'd listed my name incorrectly), all of a sudden the counters have been going crazy. My home pages at www.geocities.com/gina-snowdoll have had well over 1200 hits within 24 hours. Eeeeeks indeedy. I'm beginning to wonder if I ought to put a bit more transgender content up front? But hey, what can I say? How's about: I'm a biological male but I like wearing dresses and high heels and women's underwear? Will that do? Precisely - it sounds silly when you put it like that.
And reading through this last week's worth of blog entries I've hardly mentioned any transgendered issues at all. But, again, what am I supposed to say? I think that with this blog, what I want to show is that I'm a regular person, with lots of interests, doing all kinds of stuff, and that I'm not some shallow two-dimensional cartoon character. Sure, I could go off on a rant about how society ought to be more tolerant of transvestites and transsexuals, but it's been said a million times before on other TG web pages, so what's the point in repeating it YET again? I could perhaps give you all a guided tour to my shoe collection, as I am somewhat renowned for having a scarily large number of high heeled shoes. Actually, that might make a fun item one of these days, but it's hardly something I can write about every day/week or whatever, is it? Unless I went for the "Gina's High Heels of the Week" angle.
What do people think? Do you like me writing about my life, music, telly, things that bug me, things I enjoy, and any other crap I can think of, or would you prefer me to act the cutesy fluffy girly pathetic creature that some TVs like to portray themselves as?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:10 am