Who's that lady?

Isn't she a beauty!! I'm the one on the right.

I think I should point out that I'm not in the habit of dating transvestites, neither would I be particularly interested in trying it, we just posed for the camera. The lady in question is Colin, one of my favourite people. He has more boundless energy and enthusiasm than anyone I know. What's more, I can beat him at table-tennis (sometimes).

I should also point out that Colin isn't - as far as I know - in the habit of cross-dressing . It was his stag day and his brother had replaced his normal clothes with the ensemble you see before you.

The really strange thing is that at my grand old age of thirty, this was my first experience of a stag party. My older brother-in-law had one but thought it wouldn't really be my sort of thing (I think he was right) and didn't really invite me. My other brother-in-law is tee-total and probably didn't have one, although I'm not sure because I was out of the country. I don't think any of my non-Christian friends are married and my Christian friends have either not had stag celebrations or I've not been able to go.

Anyway, Colin's stag day was really good clean fun with no booze or strippers or any of those other things one associates with such occasions. Colin really got into the swing of things in his wig and dress, scaring little old ladies by flirting with their husbands and waving at little kids as we walked around the North Antrim coast.

If I were someone else with a blog not too far from here I'd probably pull out some sort of profound thought from all this. Unfortunately (or possibly more accurately, fortunately) I was too shallow on that particular day to think of anything even vaguely meaningful. I leave you to marvel at his/her radiance.