  Don't ask me why, but I was in one of those peculiarly 'red' moods. 'Twas my weekly sojourn to the good ole' Rabar (the gay pub in Hounslow, I DJ there remember?) to go and play some funky beats and I kind of figured that it had to be red. And my was it red. A living ketchup bottle no less!And before boogying on over to the Rabar I took my ritual opportunity to enlighten you with a few photos of my outfit which as you can clearly see, is, umm, red! Spot the difference! Flail your mouse around and if you're lucky, the pictures will change. Now, see if you can spot the difference. Yes! My shoes are a different colour, how exciting. |
 So, Vicky, why are there no photos of you actually DJing at the Rabar then? You're a tranny, you must have had a camera with you? Well, it's obviously because I'm behind the decks spinning a few tunes, that's why. Silly I suppose, that there aren't actually any photos of my doing my stuff but believe me, I was there, in red, and playing some top tunes to the assembled throng. |
 Now by the time I had left the Rabar and made my way home, the clock had just crept past midnight, so officially it was now my birthday. Imagine my surprise on my return home to see a present, nearly 6ft long, all wrapped up, lying on my bed! Upon unwrapping it, what should I find than my friend Angela (who by a coincidence had also chosen to wear red - must have been something in the Autumn air that day), along with a bottle of Champagne and instructions on what to do with the two of them. I'll leave it to your imagination as to what my instructions were, other than to pour myself a glass of bubbly (always a good start). What a good start for a happy birthday. But the real celebrations were to come the following day… |
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