on BBC Radio 4, 'Out of season' by Anne-Marie O'Connor, deals with four people visiting a cafe in Blackpool and the thoughts they have about what is going on in their lives. One of whom is a M2F transsexual, meeting her father for the first time.
I have noticed that I became a member here a year and a week ago, which for some is probably 53 weeks too long. I have frequented this site for a few years but previously as a reader, particularly attracted by Wanda's 'Kelly Girl', which I still consider one of the best stories here. In those days I was just an occasional reader.
I keep stating that I can't believe this is still running, and now after 236 episodes, I feel a need to check that you as readers want me to continue churning out this stuff.
Angharad.
PS thanks for the support you've shown throughout this story.
We 'Cymro' - the people, have little to celebrate. We're a small nation overrun in mediaeval times by our larger and more powerful neighbour, but never quite subdued.
This was sent to me as an email, sadly the picture didn't copy.
Not sure what I think about it, don't believe in violence, but then she didn't start it. Author unknown.
Angharad.
The Rambo Granny of Melbourne , Australia
Gun-toting granny Ava Estelle, 81, was so ticked-off when two thugs raped her 18-year-old granddaughter that she tracked the unsuspecting ex-cons down - - and shot off their testicles.
The old lady spent a week hunting those men down -- and when she found them, she took revenge on them in her own special way, said Melbournepolice investigator Evan Delp. Then she took a taxi to the nearest police station, laid the gun on the sergeant's desk and told him as calm as could be:
The most recent, ie part 10 are all new episodes which have not been posted anywhere else.
I know this one is not as popular as some of my other stories, but it's still the one I like best. To the other two who will read it, I hope you enjoy it.
I had my first story posted on the fourth of October 2004 on Sapphires Place, the first episode of Snafu - a confection of New Age, transgenderism, military, medical and the occult. For some reason readers liked it, and I'm still writing it, although a conclusion could be emerging eventually.
When I got caught in a thunderstorm on my road bike, that six months later, the blog I was going to write and instead became a story, is still going. I hate to think how many words, pages and megabytes it occupies. It also seems to maintain its relative popularity, for reasons I don't fully understand.
I have written a new episode of Snafu, which has gone to my proofers. It's the first one I've done in 7-8 months, so I hope I haven't lost my touch for an action story, with a difference.
I will offer it to Sapphire first, as she has posted it from the beginning. I trust she will be able to post it fairly quickly.
I hope this cheers up all you who have nagged me to write some more.
We all know that Santa really rides a bike, hence the myth about Rudolph and his red nose - most people see the back of the bike and its red rear light.
Believe it or not, I do have a life beyond the verbal diarrhoea I post here every night (which goes under the title of 'Easy As Falling Off A Bike). It has got in the way tonight, I have have to go out to dinner. So I can't promise an episode tonight - if I get back in time I will, but I have a busy schedule tomorrow with an early start for a sunday.
The most recent episode gave what could be an ending to the story. If that's what you the readers want, it can stop there. If it does I've enjoyed the ride, at times it has stretched me.
If however, you want it to continue, let me know. Equally, if you think it's run its course feel free to say. I'm 'Easy' either way.
Well I got bored so I thought if I can't ride a bike myself, who do I know who does? Well amongst my list of characters, most of them do, but who in particular? I think there is only one thoroughbred amongst them all, maybe Cathy would be a thorough-bread?
I'm back home, sore and very weary. A lot happened in the 29 hours I was hospitalised, including surgery to decompress a bulge on a disc, or microdiscectomy. The skill of today's surgeons is amazing.
There have been 2 articles in this week's Guardian regarding Iran and changing sex, go to www.guardian.co.uk and put iran and sex-change into the search and they will magically appear.
As we came into double figures in July, apart from my son-in-law's birthday on the 12th and my daughter's birthday on the 26th, I knew there was another significant date I should be aware of, but for the life of me I couldn't think what. It niggled at me but no answers came.
My journey to the Gabycon was delayed in starting as it took longer to pack than I'd anticipated. I shoved things in bags for days beforehand, washed clothes, even ironed them, not worn favourite things because I would 'need' them. It seemed getting the kitchen sink in the boot of my car and then sticking a bike rack on the back took longer than....oh yeah, I've done that bit.
As Erin has asked for more humour in the blogs I've resurrected an old golfing joke which I hope you haven't seen before and that you'll enjoy. Perhaps, I should state at the beginning that I don't play golf so forgive any technical errors.
Golf Joke.
A man and his wife were playing a round of golf together. It was also their fifteenth wedding anniversary and they were planning a quiet celebratory dinner that evening, just the two of them.
About half way around the course the man puts down his club and says to his wife, "It's our anniversary today and I love you dearly."
In today's Guardian newspaper (23.5.07) (www.guardian.co.uk - under life & health, story titled, 'Mistaken Identity'); one of the leading gender psychiatrists was censured by the General Medical Council for inappropriately referring 5 patients for surgey. He didn't stick to the rules regarding referral so the censure may be appropriate, but I won't comment upon the case directly.
Most people with Gender Identity Disorder, transgender or however you want to describe it, demonstrate some degree of obsessionalism. For most of us it manifests as a form compulsion to indulge in what begins as our alter ego; only we find it isn't, it's the real us.
Today, I went off to help at a bike-jumble held by my cycling club. Not something especially exciting to blog about, spending most of the morning with the other women in the kitchen, toasting tea cakes and washing plates. The men of course, were dribbling over assorted bike bits, brakes and derailleurs, cranks and handlebars; they were also eating most of the teacakes I was toasting - if ever I get fed up with healthcare, I could have found my vocation!
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