Ace Cafe

Straight from the Enfield Pagent Motor Show we headed to the Ace Cafe for a Rock'n'Roll event. We exchanged a few friendly words with the female ocupants of a Pink Limo, traveling the same stretch of the A406. We arrived at the Ace Cafe and as we parked the battery cut out. It does not charge well from the dynamo, so I carry a spare battery charged and ready for use now. Unfortunately it was raining quite heavily and my electric window was now stuck half open. I opted to change it before the light faded. As I did so a young biker lad offered his assistance, which was nice of him. It turned out he is a mechanic by trade.

Once the battery was fitted and the window was closed, Suzanne and I headed inside for a coffee and a burger. Suitably refreshed, we decided to change into fresh clothes for the evening's event. I grabbed the bag we had packed from the car and then went off to change. I entered a cubical and changed out of the orange combats and see through mohair jumper that I had been wearing. Then I slipped on a blue dress. I had also been wearing a matching orange bra and knickers set. I kept the bra on, but I was not sure thong knickers would hold me secure when I started dancing. I figured better safe than sorry and swapped then for a pair of peachy coloured panties. The dress was not so short that anyone was likely to see that they did not match anyway.

I exited the cubical and commenced touching up my makeup. As I did so a lady entered clutching a change of clothes. It bought a smile to my face to see that Suzanne and I were not the only ones that bought a change of clothes with us.

I returned to the table Suzanne was keeping for us and then she headed off to change into her fresh outfit. Suzanne was pretty quick and returned before the lady that had gone it to change as I applied my makeup.

I dropped some flyers that I had from the B52's diner on the information stand.

The DJ was playing mostly Rockabilly tracks, some of which I knew in other forms by other artists. After a while the band started doing their set. As is usually the way, I danced pretty much all evening from that point on.

At one point as I danced some guy off to my right shot me a very odd look. Nothing new about that, but he kept then staring at Suzanne. She had earlier smiled back at him apparently, but now was taking no notice. He kept this up to the point it really started to bug me and I started staring back at him.

The band finished their set and began to load the equipment in the van. I stepped outside to cool off and take a few photographs of it. Again it was something I had never seen before, a custom painted Ford Falcon. I spoke to the owner who informed me it was a straight 6 engine under the hood and that it was already custom painted when he obtained it. The van will be at Billing Aquadrome next weekend.

I returned inside and danced to most of the tracks that DJ played until it was time to head home. As I started the car the guy giving the looks all-night happened to be admiring our wheels! J

Enfield Motor Pageant

This morning Suzanne and I went to the Enfield Motor Pageant. We went in Frankie, but we did not enter her in the show. Instead we parked in the normal parking area. We wandered around the stalls and bumped into Suzanne's dad, brother and a friend of her brother that we recently bought our little runabout off of. I was in makeup, so it was nice that they spent some time with us and did not distance themselves. We returned to her brothers' car to exchange some presents we had for Suzanne's family. As we stood chatting, some idiot, raced along the grass in his little black hatchback. Then over cooked the slide he put himself into and slammed his car into the tow ball of a recovery truck! He hopped out of the car looked at the damage then, jumped back in the car and disappeared out of the show ground.

Fortunately there was nothing parked in front of the recovery truck that he hit with enough force to move it forward. It was all over too quickly to take the drivers number. He sure made a mess of the side of his car though! I don't suppose his passenger was too amused to have recovery truck sitting on his lap. The recovery truck seemed okay, the only visible damage being a broken tail light lens.

Suzanne and I said goodbye to her family and went for a wander around the show cars, most had cleared out as it was getting late in the day and it was beginning to rain. We came across a car that I had not seen before and spoke to the proud owner. He informed me that the doors were open and insisted I take a seat inside. It was a Borgward.

After wandering around the remaining cars we headed back to Frankie. Some thieving twat had nicked all the dust covers from her wheels.

Britain’s first transgendered mayor

I seldom read a news paper but my attention was brought to this article from the Times Online. Britain will have its first transgendered mayor (Ms Jenny Bailey) and her mayoress (Jennifer Liddle) is also transgendered. It brings a ray of hope for transgendered people living in the UK. Hopefully this is a sign of the times (bad pun intended). Transgendered people might become more accepted in today's society.

Thank you, Ms Bailey for having the courage to stand for mayor. Good luck to both you and your partner in your civic duties.

 

 

Cinders

Cinders was finally ready so I collected it from Harlow. The journey to Harlow was made by train which was a first for Broxie. There was some guy at the station that had a row with some girls waiting for the train. The guys own girlfriend tried to calm him down. He then threw her Mc Donald's meal over her. He was being quite intimidating towards everyone. I kept a close eye on him. He decided to exit the platform passed me and looked as though he was going to say something to me as he passed. However, I think he thought better of it as he drew closer and realised I was no shrinking violet.

B52’s

Suzanne had a tutorial over at Chelmsford and we planned to go on after that to Southend-on-sea. We were a bit pressed for time so I slung on my dress and had a shave, but skipped the makeup. Unfortunately the mesh had partly come away from the elastic at the waist band of the knickers, I had chosen, so I put another pair on and packed them in a bag with some cotton and a needle. Suzanne packed a change of clothes for later in the day. Once we arrived at the campus I parked Frankie and Suzanne headed into her class. As I sat putting my makeup on, I became aware on a gentleman admiring Frankie. He was eating his packed lunch. He strolled over and commented on how nice the car was. Later I was to learn that he was in fact Suzanne's tutor.
My face finally applied I turned my attention to repairing my knickers. I stretched the elastic over the steering wheel to facilitate the repair. Again the car attracted more attention and a guy wandered over for a chat. Once I had finished repairing the knickers I changed out of the ones I had on and into them without interruption.
It was not long before Suzanne appeared with her tutor and another student. She asked if I minded going to a local pub with them for a drink. They all hopped in and we were at the pub within a few minutes. I got a few odd looks as we entered, but I was expecting it. When it was my turn to get a round in I wandered up to the bar. I got some smart ass comments from one of the locals, he made light of the situation when I stood my ground and looked him in the eye.
More annoying was the look of horror on a young woman's face as I passed her in the bar, on my way back from the toilet. Get a life, transgendered people are just people. And just like anyone else we do need to use toilets!
After finishing or drinks we dropped Suzanne's tutor and student friend at the train station. Then we continued the journey to the B52's Rock'n'Roll evening. By the time we got there Suzanne was not feeling very well. We sat outside for a bit while she gathered her composure. By now we both needed to visit the toilet. I went into an available trap while she waited. As I left she entered and I told her I would get her a coffee.
The coffee did take some time to arrive and Suzanne took even longer. One of the local guys chatted to me for a bit and said he was protecting me from the rest of the crowd! Suzanne had still not appeared so I went in search of her. As I entered the toilet area, I could hear cries of "Oh my god, he went into the ladies!". I exited holding Suzanne's hand as she was still a little shaky. Unfortunately there was not any food available from the bar. So after we had our coffee we headed down the road to the local fast food joint.
By the time we returned to the B52's the band (Bernie Woods And The Forest Fires) had started up. So we stayed near the stage area and enjoyed the performance. Eventually we needed another drink, so I headed to the bar. I was not amused at the reluctance of the bar staff to serve me. They seemed to be arguing about just who would have to serve me. The guy behind the bar referred to me several times as "The boy queen" and then informed his colleague that she would have to serve "THAT!" then added "person there!".
I am not sure how much the manager/owner knew of the situation, but at the end of the evening he did come over and thank us for coming along. I offered to post a few flyers into the Ace Cafe for him next time we go. Then we headed off home via the sea front and a few other detours. One detour was to capture a picture of a police car doing a stretch behind bars. All night long people were trying to tell me to get lost, so in the end I guess I did as they wanted! LOL

Passports!

It's not often that I like being woken by the post person, but today it was okay. We had to get up and get moving anyway and in the post today were our new passports. We were not expecting them to arrive for almost a week yet. I was even more delighted when on inspecting my passport; I found they had listed my gender as female. J

Passport Office

We had an appointment in Peterborough at the passport office today. The runabout (Ciders) that was supposed to be ready had not yet materialised, so we took Frankie. Someone had removed half the signs to the passport office, but we found it eventually and were only a few minutes later than planned.

Suzanne had her form processed without too much kafuffle, but the gentleman processing our forms kept referring to me as MR! It was getting a little annoying especially as they had been forewarned that I was transgender and seeking to have the details on my passport match the gender and title of my name according to my deed poll. A supervisor came over and interrupted the process by whisking the gentleman away for a chat! Very odd I thought.

Once back at the desk the gentleman completed the forms for Suzanne and informed her to go and pay at the kiosk. He had already been told we were paying together! He then informed me to take a seat without further explanation!

Eventually we were instructed to go to an interview room!

The senior officer was female and was shaking more than I was! Eventually she gathered her composure and informed me she had satisfied herself that my passport documentation was okay.

We were informed that we would have to wait for 5 working days for the passports to be processed.

Apparently all the fuss was supposed to be their way of dealing with the matter in a sensitive manner.

To steady our nerves after our unscheduled private interview, we grabbed a coffee and a couple of slices of toast from a local Cafe.

The break was well timed as we avoided a downpour. On the way back through the market a clothes shop or two captured our attention. More clothes for Broxie! J

Frankie got treated to a pair of pink and white sun loungers too.