icy pins

Oooh.. don't mind me showing so much flesh today. There's a simple reason. I'm feeling singularly uninspired at the mo' and so I'm gonna have to jump right back onto that tired old britisher soapbox and bore you all half to death nattering on about (roll of cheap drums) Da Weather!!

Yes, I'm going to have a little hissy bitch 'cos here in London Town the first icy blasts of winter have arrived and all of us Tgirls who shave our legs are suddenly suffering something rotten! Aaaaaaagh! I was on my way home from work yesterday in man-drag but naturally wearing my girly designer jeans (ie. very very thin and fine denim). Bus delays left me waiting ages at my stop which is situated on a bridge over the Thames. This is great when the weather's warmer 'cos there's lovely views and it's all open and skyful but in wintery times it's just dark and mizz.

A great ghastly ice wind came blowing up the Thames and in under a minute poor Lucia's legs felt like they'd been stored in a freezer for twelve years. How can it get so cold??? Gosh. if ever I needed a hunky man with big warm hands to come and turn me into his hot toasted sandwich it was right then. But hunky men are as bad as London buses... they only show up when they feel like it which is usually too bloody late to save us!

Ooooh, I know you GGs laugh at us for complaining and you man-things have zero sympathy but honestly... subjectivities placed to one side, I swear us bare-legged Tgirls feel the cold more than anyone in the whole wide world.

So, soon as I got home I began rumaging in the back of my undie drawer and pulled out various shades and patterns of stockings and hold ups... This stuff is cool in the bedroom but I can assure you.. if it carries on being this frosty, Lucia will be going everywhere in her thick black wooly tights. Eeeeeeeeeek!