Some of you will remember that my mechanic, Sylvester, is a bit of an inventor. His last invention, the Boner, did ok and was technologically sound, but (ironically) never achieved the market penetration he’d hoped.
This morning I was startled to awake to a strange haunting sound coming from the direction of Sylvester’s workshop. At first I thought that the city was testing it’s Early Warning System, originally used to forewarn of a nuclear attack, but now consigned to warn of any of Donald Trumps family infiltrating Canada. I was however mistaken. The sound would come and go, like a ghostly melody drifting across a post apocalyptic landscape, or Detroit. Several residents of Huckleberry Close were congregating outside their houses looking worried, until the sounds faded away.
David harbors a secret inner self. You’re going to love Diana! Enjoy more Mollie Blake here!
It was just two weeks before Christmas when David pulled up outside a small remote cottage in the heart of the New Forest, England. He, or rather Diana, sometimes rented this place to escape. Here, there was no one to hide from. His suitcase was full of flouncy dresses and skirts, sparkly festive tops, sexy lingerie and make-up, with space left for some colourful running gear.
The fresh air of
the forest made running here a lot more endurable than jogging on the treadmill
in the gym, and the eye-catching patterned Lycra and pink bandana made it a lot
On the second
morning, clad in tight-fitting black and white animal print Lycra with a length
of tinsel tied around his waist, a shocking pink bandana and gloves to match, and
run-proof(!) mascara with fuchsia lipstick, David set off down the track. Along
the ten mile trail he was accompanied by nothing more than chilly air and
crunching leaves and twigs beneath his feet.
“Hey! Sorry to
interrupt your run but could you do me a huge favour?”
The voice appeared to come from a massive brown dog, and it stopped David in his tracks. Fuck! That’s a big dog.
Preparations for Christmas visitors are creating an air of expectation and excitement around Huckleberry Close this morning, and I couldn’t help noticing that next door people seemed to be stopping by at Marjory’s house looking at the rather imposing Christmas decorations in front of her house. A truly excited sense of seasonal cheer has developed in our little community.
The children have had their last day of school, and inspite of the unseasonably warm weather they are playing in the street and throwing snowballs at one another and laughing. Indeed the festivities this morning spilled over in a rather unusual incident worth recalling. It all started with dating website reviews canada rolling into my kitchen at 9 am, a little bleary eyed, looking for coffee and advice.
“Fiona,” she said a little groggily. “I think I may be experiencing hallucinations.”
I did my best to calm her down, as she sat looking worried.
“I swear that Santa Claus in Marjory’s garden just flashed me,” she groaned as she shakily took the coffee I offered her.
Advice from a crossdressing Account Executive for the
company Christmas Party.
I am always pleased to help out my members and keep them on
the right track. With this in mind the following list of thoughts has been
compiled from the experiences and suggestions of some of my valued members.
It is no longer acceptable to sit on the photocopier during the Christmas Party photocopying your bum and handing out prints saying it’s another memo from the accounts department.
When sitting on the photocopier (see #1) do not make the mistake of scanning your bottom and posting it to the company Instagram Account.
Taking a co-worker to the Christmas Party does not count as a first date.
Don’t sleep with the head of Human Resources on the first date (see #3).
Line ups at the STD Clinic are generally shorter during the holiday period.
When asked what you were thinking (See #4), replying “Everyone else has,” is not considered a good reason.
It’s no fun being on antibiotics through the Christmas period.
If you have Christmas Party suggestions please make a point
of sharing them below.
Many years ago… well, three years ago, I started writing the Fiona Dobson newsletters and blog. In the early ones I would embed a Youtube video now and then, that often touched in to the themes of the newsletters. That’s how the Fiona Dobson Playlist came in to being.
I add to it from time to time, even though I rarely include them in the mailings these days. Even so, it’s a fun addition and one I’m not likely to drop anytime soon. So, if you need a little lift, have some fun with this. I hope you enjoy it.
The Christmas season has sneaked up on us. As I write this I am mixing eggnog ingredients in the kitchen, Sylvester is sorting bottles of whiskey, rum and Brandy, the doorbell is ringing and Auntie Kittie has just arrived. I swear she picks up the smell of alcohol from eight houses away and then appears at my front door.
celebrating quite happily here, the Canucks
having just beaten the Senators 5-2 a couple of days ago. Sylvester
is very jovial, and we’ve decided to come up with a special recipe for eggnog.
We are testing some of the ingredients tonight. Sebastian will be along
In a few
days I will be posting my recipe and I’ll offer a prize to the best picture
from one of my Patrons drinking Fiona’s Eggnog. The only catch is, yes, you
must crossdressed at the time. So, look out for that competition in about a
believe I posted this video three years ago. Yes, it’s been three years. I’ve
been sharing myself with you for that long! I put the dresses in the video as
it all seemed to fit so well. By the way, if you’re looking for winter clothing
ideas you can find some on my Pinterest
who are unaware, Bryan is a regular face around Vancouver. He told me once he
wrote a song for me – When You’re Gone – because he thought I was
dashing off from Vancouver to Montreal so often. Really, what a silly boy! I
suppose one can hardly blame him. It’s awfully busy out there on the road
touring all the time and I expect he does get a little lonely.
message is a bit disjointed it’s because I’ve just had to explain to Auntie
Kittie that the recipe we’re working on calls for Rum, Whiskey, Brandy or
Bourbon. The issue seems to be the word ‘or’. She’s looking a little peekie.
perhaps we should turn up Bryan and ask Mistress Meg, Katia, Marjory and Amanda
to come over and join us. Things are disintegrating swiftly. Ali is outside
admiring his Smart car. In an effort to keep with the seasonal spirit he’s been
looking for some reindeer antlers to attach to the front of the vehicle. I
mentioned this to Sylvester, who has lent him a rack of moose antlers from a
bull moose he shot in the Yukon a couple of years ago. The only problem is that
the antlers may be bigger than the car. Not to worry. It certainly looks
impressive. Very festive.
Be sure to keep a look out for the Christmas Eggnog competition. It’s open to all my Patrons, and the prize will be Premium Program membership.