This week, the UN attempted a resolution banning discrimination against homosexuality and transsexuals.  It was an ambitious move, predictably not well received by some countries from the Arab and African nations.  Those who are most opposed would do well to spend time in the company of some of my transsexual and transgendered friends.  I think the basic human decency of these friends would put to shame those frightened folk who claim the moral high ground.

Last Saturday, I joined up with Cass, Ga and Ge for a night out in London.  Cass and I shared a hotel room and I was priviledged to be present at a truely wonderful transformation.  Cass always looks magnificent!  Me, I tried my hardest and wound up, as usual looking like the old boot I am. :-(  Oh well.  Thankfully, the great thing about dressing up is that it's mostly in your head.  I wore a simple purple blouse and a dark shiffon skirt 'cut on the bias' (thanks for that description Harple!) both of which were gifts from Terry a year ago.  My fave Wallis heels were the weapon of choice for footwear.

Ga and Ge joined us at the hotel bar and after a couple of drinks we headed for LMNT, a restaurant in Hackney, which I had been promised was an experience.  This is one of those flamboyant restaurants with eccentric decor and a cosy booth mentality.  Sadly, it was such miserable weather that day - it rained and rained and rained - that the cold and damp permeated everything and I never quite shook off the chill, in spite of us getting a tiny booth that I could barely squeeze my tiny bum (yes, thank you) into.  Thank goodness the food was unpretentious and very tasty!  Ga insisted on a bottle of bubbly as she was celebrating her almost retirement at a very advantageous age.  In fact, bless her, she even ended up paying for the meal.

Cass and Ge are firm friends and really lovely people to be around.  They (and I knew this was going to happen) handed out Christmas cards and of course, I had nothing to give out which made me feel like a total sh*t.  Anyway, we dropped by the WOC later and bumped into quite a few of the regulars.  After a bit of gossip and chit-chat, I got talking to quite a handsome, well-dressed young man who was over from Canada.  I asked Dane how he'd found this club to which he replied that he'd found it online.  Still, I didn't twig.  I just thought it was great that an open-minded guy turned up to sample London's more exotic nightlife.  Finally, I twigged.  Dane was also TG but hadn't brought appropriate clothing to effect a change into femme.  A shame, 'cos I think he would have looked great.

I really got into the dancing for a while and thoroughly enjoyed myself before my feet started to hurt.  I must invest in some of those 'party feet'.  Something I love when I'm dancing is watching others.  So many people are rubbish, like me and then there are some, almost all of them real girls, who just get it.  They just seem to be able to become one with the music and their whole body responds.  I'm not thinking of the ones who just shuffle backwards and forwards, you know what I mean!

At the end of the evening, I joined Ga for a cup of tea and a chat.  I know, it's hardly "partying to the max" is it, but I was really parched and it hit the spot.  Ga was sweet.  I hope I left her with a sense that the world is a good place before I tottered off back to my hotel at 3am.  Cass was back in the room so I had to tiptoe around so as not to wake her.  Not sure I managed completely, but she was very polite the next day.

Thanks for a great night out girls!  I've heard the Magic Theatre may be moving back to its old venue in Lewisham which would be great.  I'd love to do that again.  Maybe something for a cold day in Feb. ;-)