2016, Just How Bad Was It? (April – June)

Well, 2016… what is there to say about 2016? It’s the year that we will all want to forget, however the legacy of 2016 will continue to have repercussions for the next 4 years at least. Sorry folks, 2016 is leaving us, but it’s leaving it’s problems behind.

I usually do a review of the year – I’ve been vocal about this year as we went through it, so here is what I had to say at the time…
Read Part 1 (Jan – Mar)

Part 2 (April – June)

The second quarter was when the world really started going to bits, starting with the UK.

There is a Game of Thrones spoiler in this, don’t read if you’re not up to date!


Nothing like an April fools joke to kick the month off


Then the realisation of 2016 and the world that we live in started to hit home. The realisation that the world perhaps isn’t making progress in the direction that we would have liked.


Though I was able to make myself feel better by taking advantage of the heatwave to work outside.


April also means Game of Thrones, but I had to lay down a marker to anyone who even considered spoilers!


It wasn’t just politics that were screwed in 2016, the weather was a bit unsure too.



The month where I grow older, nobody wants to get older!

Nothing like a bit of exploring to take my mind off the world


Someone decided to work out which shade of trans I am. I also considered “In a Transpennine Express kinda way”


We went away to Brighton, but we wished we could take Frankie


ITV were being, well, very ITV-like, very surreal and weird.


June – Oh dear god what the fuck is happening?!

Jon Snow came back to life, we all knew it was going to happen! (See, I told you there was a GoT spoiler in here!)


Brexit happily coincided with Euro 2016, which I’m sure must have hurt some peoples heads.


Obviously though, nobody important cares about football…


The week that hit home just how far people were willing to go in relation to brexit, alongside the horrendous shootings in Florida left me really uncomfortable and with nothing to say about the world.


Frankie wanted to remain, of course.


On the day of the brexit vote, we elected to go somewhere far, far away.


And then woke up the morning after…


And finally a sentiment that I still maintain today. So far there is no sign of it “all working out in the end”



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2016, just how bad was it? (January – March)

Well, 2016… what is there to say about 2016? It’s the year that we will all want to forget, however the legacy of 2016 will continue to have repercussions for the next 4 years at least. Sorry folks, 2016 is leaving us, but it’s leaving it’s problems behind.

I usually do a review of the year – I’ve been vocal about this year as we went through it, so here is what I had to say at the time…

Part 1 (January – March)

I have to admit, the first few months of the year weren’t that bad in the grand scheme of things. We were glad to see the end of 2015, me and Ellie were newly engaged and I got on a plane and didn’t crash!


We all woke up on New Years day slightly optimistic about 2016, how wrong we were.


Things started going very well, the outlook was positive…


But then 2016 went and threw it’s first blow:


The passport office decided to get on the wrong side of me, but I was already losing the will to fight:



February bought an exciting moment however, for a brief period there were no roadworks on the M6, which was far more exciting than it should have been!


It was also the month that #CaptionFrankie became a thing…


Not to mention our first of many visits to Wales…


It was also the first time that I’d left the country since I was 16, I made it onto a plane and it didn’t crash. I have learnt however that I never want to fly Ryanair again. Any airline that plays a “we’ve successfully landed” jingle makes me feel nervous, it’s almost as if they are surprised by this fact.



We started off March still in Rome, and had managed to assemble a fair chunk of the north of England there…


Though I have to admit, after a while things got a bit same-y for me! Don’t get me wrong, it’s a beautiful city though.


We were already starting to get a little bit worried about America, how little did we know about what was to come…


We made it back from Rome to business as usual with Frankie…


Facebook wanted me to celebrate St Patrick’s Day, well who was I to refuse?


We had a proper night out – something which I hadn’t done in a hell of a long time!


Cards Against Humanity gave us the perfect solution to our inevitable Domino’s issues.


And March ended with a deep statement. We don’t talk about Buxton.





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Seriously world, what’s going on?

Advance warning, this post will probably contain strong language, because I’m seriously angry with the world right now. I’m also going to try to be very simplistic about my points and how I explain things.

OK, so on paper my life should be a real struggle, I’m transexual, bisexual, polyamorous, kinky (I was this before 50 shades made it cool), geeky and many other labels and terms that may not have been invented yet. In reality I lead an extremely privileged live when I compare it to the rest of the world. Put my problems alongside those who are currently in a camp in Calais for example, and my problems are so small they nearly don’t exist.

That brings me to my first point – why as a human race do we struggle so much to give other people a helping hand?

Now you’re probably reading this thinking “but I always help others where I can!” – this may be the case, but I find people often help “their own”, people close to them, people from the same country, same religion, same race. There is some seriously awful shit going on in the world right now, there are millions, billions even of people out there who are on the receiving end of all this, purely because of where they were born in the world.

Now, in the UK and most of Europe, compared to many countries, we’re privileged, seriously fucking privileged, every single one of us with no exceptions at all. The worldwide situation at the moment is causing people to leave their home countries (often not by choice) to go in search of somewhere better. Bear in mind, to most of these people, somewhere where they can stay alive constitutes somewhere better. They’ve gone through some serious atrocities to arrive “at our gates”, atrocities that put our minor problems to shame, they arrive here and find a mob of racist bigoted cunts with hypothetical pitchforks and a copy of the Daily Mail under their arms telling them that they’re not welcome.

Well I’ll tell you what world, you’re all welcome, because I’m a fucking decent human being. If we need to squash up a bit to make a bit of space for them, then so be it. If we need to share our wealth to give these humans a kick start in life that they’ve never been given the chance to do before, then be my guest. Stop being so fucking selfish people, get a grip, we’re all the same and it’s only the luck of the draw that you were born here in the UK rather than in some war torn country.

As far as I’m concerned, if you want a fresh start in life, you’re welcome here, we should help you – because once you’re back on your feet, I don’t doubt that you’ll contribute back into our society and hopefully do good for others.

If you read the Daily Mail, ask yourself some serious questions.

Do you even realise what you’re reading? You’re reading a paper (sorry, I just can’t call it a newspaper) that actively promotes hatred of other human beings. Do you not think there is enough of that world already? Do you actually believe the shit that they write in there?

That’s when they even try to report news, half the time they can’t be bothered to do that and resort to pointing out which latest celebrities have had their boobs fall out, or how fat they’ve got or anything else they can do to put down another human.

By giving this festering turd of a publication any ounce of respect, you are the problem and you are the reason that they will continue to spread hate and put other people down.

Reading The Sun is more socially acceptable than reading the Daily Mail (though I still wouldn’t recommend it personally)

Don’t ram your religion down peoples throats.

There are god knows how many religions out there, how can you be sure that the one that you believe in is right? You can’t all be right, surely? You think you have a right to act like vile humans just because you read a book sometime that said “A woman must not wear men’s clothing, nor a man wear women’s clothing, for the Lord your God detests anyone who does this” (Deuteronomy 22:5) (It’s worth pointing out that the following passages appear a few lines later: “You shall not wear cloth of wool and linen mixed together. You shall make yourself tassels on the four corners of the garment with which you cover yourself.”) Don’t just pick and choose the bits you want to follow, hey!

And if you think that it’s right to kill someone in the name of your religion? Get the hell off our damn planet you fool, if there is a god then I’m sure they are laughing at you for even thinking that is in someway an acceptable thing to do.

I believe that if there *is* a god, if I die and find that there is a heaven, and said god doesn’t let me in because I didn’t believe in him despite doing the best I can to be a decent human being, then that won’t be a heaven that I’ll particularly want to be in.

All of that said, if your practising your religion in a way that does no harm to others, and it gives you hope, a reason to go on, gives you a sense of community and helps you to feel loved – then by all means believe in whatever god you like.

There were enough people in this country who voted Tory to allow them to get into government.

Why? Why would you do that? Do you not give a damn about anyone but yourself? I’m personally better off as a result of the tories, and this makes me *really* uncomfortable because I’m not someone who *needs* to be better off. There are people in this country on the street, you’re taking away benefits from legitimately disabled people, you’re squeezing the poor ever tighter and tighter – but you’re giving me tax cuts? I DON’T NEED A FUCKING TAX CUT – GROW A FUCKING BACKBONE AND HELP THOSE THAT ACTUALLY NEED IT INSTEAD OF ACTING LIKE SELFISH CUNTS. Don’t get me wrong, I want more money as much as the next person – but I don’t want it at the expense of someone who needs it more than me.

Also, we’re also constantly hearing stories about those in power fucking kids? Is it that hard to *not* have sex with kids? Please stop, it’s sick and disgusting.

Homosexuality is a sin, same sex marriage is an abomination etc…

Fuck off.

Why the hell do you feel it necessary to put other people down because their body is different to yours?

So someone is bigger than you, for example – why do you feel the need to highlight this in a negative way? Just the other day on a forum I witnessed someone describe another person in a photo (who they’d never met or communicated with in any way) as a “fat bint”. Give yourself a pat on the back, I hope you’ve made yourself feel loads better because of that. What’s worse? People were quick to defend it too, give yourselves a pat on the back too – you’re promoting this culture of bodyshaming that we have.

Don’t you think there is enough wrong with the world (it’s not like I haven’t pointed out a small selection already) without you feeling the need to shame and degrade someone.

Every single human being on this planet is different by their very nature. Every single person you will meet in your entire life will be different to you, so why do you insist on having such a narrow minded view on things?

America, you really need to sort your shit out.

You really think that owning a weapon designed to seriously injure or kill someone is needed? How the hell can you even justify that? Words fail me on that one – your society is fucked.


I have nothing more to say. World, sort your shit out.


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Why I won’t be taking part in any ice bucket challenges


Right, I want to start with a few statistics taken from this article (disclaimer: I haven’t verified if they are accurate or not, but they are certainly believable)

53 per cent of people who did complete the challenge did not know what cause it was supporting

This, I find shocking! Over half of the people doing this challenge are tipping a bucket of ice and water over their heads without thinking to themselves “Hang on, why am I actually doing this?” – that is disturbing! Have we really really descended into a society of sheep? (Don’t answer that, I already know the answer is yes!).

It’s also defeating the whole point of the challenge, to raise awareness for the ALS Association and the comparable charities, but how is it raising awareness if most people doing it don’t know why, and thus aren’t making any attempt to raise awareness themselves!

Over a third of respondents said they did the challenge just to gain attention on social media

Seriously, if that’s your reason for doing it, just get out tbh, there are no words.

A further one in ten claimed to have done an ice bucket challenge because they felt pressured into doing so after receiving a nomination.

Now this is the big one for me. I’m someone who struggles with social pressure, the last thing I need is to be pressured into doing something that I don’t want to do, something that I’ll be too embarrassed to say no to. Would I then be doing it for the right reasons? Of course I wouldn’t.

I, along with many many other people only have limited money. That means I’m limited in what I can donate to charity, do you not think it’s reasonable for me to decide what charity to donate to, rather than social pressure?

The sad truth is, while I’m very sure that this is a noble cause, I personally am left unmoved by it. A lot of that will be down to the fact that I’ve seen zero attempts by anyone posting these ice bucket challenges to actually raise my awareness (most haven’t even mentioned it tbh), is there any wonder that I feel unmoved by the cause?

I personally will continue to donate to charities that I feel strongly about, rather than charities where I’m socially pressured into doing so.

All that said, I have no issue with people taking part in the ice bucket challenges and donating towards ALS/MND if that’s what they want to do, but I urge you to do it for the right reasons and to think about the people you nominate.



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Wow, it really has been a hell of a long time since I posted here! *waves* I’m still alive!

A few things recently have got me thinking specifically about gender. Now I don’t know nearly enough about gender that I should do, in fact, I know practically nothing about gender. That said, I know more about *my* gender than anyone on the outside world could possibly know.

Gender can be a big gender-y-timey-wimey blob of a thing. Everyone has differing opinions on what gender actually is, in reality people will never agree… ever. But that’s fine because it doesn’t actually matter! Whatever gender someone chooses to define themselves as is not the business of any other person on this planet.

It’s not rocket science, you don’t need to understand gender to get it. The person you are speaking to is a person, the gender that they identify as is completely irrelevant to practically any aspect of the relationship that you have with them.

Your religious views, personal opinions, your own gender, all have absolutely zero relevance to my gender, so please keep them out of it. Don’t try to tell anyone else what their gender is or isn’t, you simply will never know as much about them as they know about themselves.

That said, if you want to try to understand gender, go for it! :) I do however wish you luck! I’m probably not the right person to ask, but I can probably point you in the direction of people that get it more than I do.


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Video: Coach C, Seat 52

Welcome to my world of Coach C, Seat 52!


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VIDEO: I’m ill / How to get up later (part 2)

Getting up later using the method in my first video, seemed to not work as well since people were also an hour late for work… here’s something a little more constructive :-)


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Video: Randomness!




Video: How to get out of bed later

People seem to get to my blog by searching for “how to get out of bed later” – so I figured I might as well put a quick tip on there!


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Chocolate Fudge Cake

It’s official… chocolate fudge cake is the most evil thing in the world! I am trying to be good and healthy so I can lose some weight… but then I go somewhere with chocolate fudge cake on the menu, it only ends one way!

Fat fat fat :(

Oh well, I’ll start the diet again tomorrow!


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Modern technology!

It’s amazing how times change… last time I had a blog I could only update it if I was physically sat at my computer pressing an enter key. These days its awesome… all my posts over the weekend I wrote on Thursday night and let them go automatically. Oops.. now I’ve let you all know my lazy secret! Today I realised I haven’t got one on the go and hey presto… I’m sat on the train making it happen!

Anyway, maybe I should actually post something with substance!

… or not… I’d be lying if I said I could be bothered! This is just a quick one really to see if this newfangled technology actually works! I guess if you read this then it has worked!

I promise I’ll post something deep and meaningful tomorrow! I’ve got a longer journey to write it on!

And yes I’m generally about 6 years behind in tech!


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Life without wheels

I no longer have my Fiesta, I haven’t had it for almost 2 months. If you knew me, you knew that I loved Alex, my poor Fiesta. He was well used (and abused!), died with 230,000 miles on the clock… not bad for a 5 year old car!

I loved travelling, I’d give people lifts to random places in the country, just because I fancied a drive. Sometimes I’d just go random places, like Wales, because it seemed like a good idea at the time. I just enjoyed getting out and about, seeing new places and particularly big hills (hence the Wales bit!)

Then came MOT day, and for all its sins, there was no way Alex was going to pass his MOT. The bumper was falling off, the car would set on fire if you put the fan on setting 2, the back seats weren’t attached to the car, but that didn’t matter because the front seats were broke so you couldn’t get into the back anyway! The engine light was permanently on, the cigarette lighter didn’t work, if it rained, the engine didn’t work. Sometimes it’d be in a bad mood and decided that telling me how fast we were going was too much information! So, I didn’t even try to get it through… now Alex is in car heaven.

So that leaves me, the person who relied on her car for everything, with no car, and no way of getting a car (cars cost money). Just to add insult to injury, I then went and got a job 40 miles away, that involved 2 buses, 2 trains and almost 5 hours of my life each day, just travelling.

You know what? I loved it! That travelling time ment that I could actually catch up on TV, I could annoy everyone on Facebook and Twitter. I actually got more of a social life out of it since the travelling didn’t cost me any extra! Now that I’ve got no car, ironically I go to Manchester more often!

I might actually go as far as saying… I’m not sure I actually *want* another car! It’s too restrictive!


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