It's nice just to go out for a drink, a natter and to relax, rather than rushing about clubbing, DJing and all that, so I arranged to meet with tranny girlfriend Mel at the Birdcage in Chiswick for a few G&Ts (well lemonades actually as we were both driving).
Here's me lounging on a bar-stool awaiting Mel's arrival. It had just gotten to that stage where I was wondering when 'fashionably late' becomes 'rude' (at which point this episode would have been called 'Amies peu fiables (III)') when Mel dashed in.
Sofa - so good? Sofa - so what? Sofa - so sexy? Hmm… I'd never make it in marketing
You know what us trannies are like (though obviously I don't speak for myself here) - once late, always late!
Oh, and if you haven't sussed it out yet, holding your mouse tightly in one hand and letting it wander over some of the pictures on this page changes them to interesting, yet pointless, alternatives of themselves. What you do with your other hand is up to you. A special transvestite-founded gift to you that I like to call 'interactainment'!