Overpaid, over-sexed, and over here

Thus was described the American presence in England during the second world war. However last week saw the welcoming of two more GI’s (GID’s that is) to the shores of Blighty. I’m sure they deserve every cent they earn, they seemed well-behaved enough, but they were indeed here (probably still are in fact, somewhere).

Pippa had a gig cancelled so we were able to make it to the Village for Halloween, and like last year we jumped on the excuse to be a bit more dressy. In my case that really just meant I wore a dress, it’s been a while, but I did have fun back-coming my hair to look a bit witch-like, well that was the idea, I just looked a bit more tousled really, but I kind of liked it, and thanks to Pippa for putting the finishing touches on that. So, we both had our little black dresses on and were both feeling just a little bit sexy.

We went to a few other places first, to try and have a quiet chat, but everywhere seemed pretty noisy, or we’re just getting old, and there seemed to be no other girls about anywhere. They must all have been at Napoleon’s. Indeed they were…

We knew GI’s Gloria and Robyn and our lovely webmistress Katie would be there, but weren’t expecting quite so many Trannyweb members to also be present, a wonderful surprise. The place was buzzing, proof perhaps that you don’t need loud music to create a good atmosphere; it’s the people that matter. Lovely to meet a couple of our sisters from across the pond, they are both warm and friendly people, and great to put faces to a few more names of T-web members, and to meet Katie again of course, neither of us quite as pissed as the last time we met!

Once again Pippa and I had a great time, so many friendly faces, so many girls to talk to, such fun. And once again Napoleon’s was the place to be. Stop groaning you old fuddy-duddies, it really was. Everywhere else we’d been that night was dull, dull, dull. We even ventured upstairs for a while, not particularly busy up there, but plenty of admiring glances and comments, and I even got a wolf-whistle! I’m hearing more groans ("Oh god those lecherous admirers…"), but they were all in fact very gentlemanly. One of them bought me a drink and gave up his seat for me, well, I am an old lady…

I don’t really get off on attention from admirers, but it is nice to be treated with respect and get so many compliments.

We both had a good mingle and met some really nice people, and chatted the night away, staying out rather late, but we gained an hour of course; it’s now GMT. I guess that means the nights will be drawing in…

This week I’m having a bonfire party, my first party for years and the first ever as a real hostess. I am SO looking forward to it. I’m planning on burning a Guy on the bonfire, somewhat symbolic really, it will kind of be a coming-out party, a rebirth party, for the benefit of my friends in Kendal, and for me; can’t wait to see that Guy go up in smoke. But I have lots of cleaning and tidying to do so I’d better go get to work. Bye for now.

xx