Fiona Dobson's Trans Blog.

Ah, the summer.  A time for me to wear short skirts in the office, bright colored panties and to spend a little time bending over infront of well proportioned young interns pretending to pick up a carelessly dropped comb or some other personal item.

At this time of year it is quite usual for staff at the agency to take holidays, and this offers the opportunity for some fresh faced interns from the local university to spend time filling in at the company, learning a little of the advertising business. Being quite a successful firm, we’re never short of fresh enthusiastic young faces, bringing their enthusiasm to the company and generally sticking their oar in where it doesn’t belong. And, with all these innocent young puppies around the place, someone responsible is generally appointed ‘intern captain’ to wrangle them and keep them out of trouble.

Now, I don’t mean to sound harsh, but some of these geniuses seem to think that just because they’ve done a course in marketing they know all there is to know about the business. That, in itself, is unsurprising. However, what is surprising is that one of the partners in the agency seemed to think it would be a good idea to make me Intern Captain this summer.

“But, Darryl,” I protested, “I’m not ‘a responsible adult’! You’ve known me for years, you should know I can’t be trusted.”

Daryl made some unintelligible reply, which is his usual form of communication, his Irish accent being so thick that you could stop a charging bull with it.

“Shusel, creative phantom ‘Eager Beaver’,” said Darryl with a chuckle, or at least that’s what it sounded like and then shambled off in the direction of the studio and his well stocked private fridge.

Anyway, the long and the short of it is that instead of being out at the beach in an expensive high cut swimsuit smelling of suntan lotion, where any sensible person would be in the summer sun, I find myself shepherding the bright minds of tomorrow through various tasks at the agency. Naturally, some have talent in one direction or another. Some are bright thinking souls, and some simply look pretty, like the young man before me in my office just yesterday.

Giovanni is a young man from Rome, completing his masters degree in something impressive. He’s not entirely without ability, and I think he spends a good deal of time in the gym, judging by the shapely definition of his muscles beneath his shirt.

He looks vaguely roguish, and like in some other time and place he might sweep me off my feet, flying by on a Vespa, his white silk shirt billowing open in the Mediterranean breeze, as I clung to him sitting side saddle, sliding sensuously through traffic on cobbled streets.

“I spent a little time in Rome,” I commented to him as he sat expectantly in my office, having handed me the draft script he’d come up with for a radio advertisement for one of our local accounts. “I like to go over there from time to time. I’ve picked up a little Italian, and I enjoy the local tongue.”

I leaned forward in my chair and saw his eyes drop to my chest, and then he handed me the script, blushing a little for some reason. I lingered there a moment before I took it and read through it slowly, shifting this way and that in my seat.

This was for one of our smaller clients, a funeral home. Having recently remodelled their facility they were quite keen to show it off, and wanted to run a short radio campaign to draw attention to it.

“It’s just this one line I’m struggling with,” I said to Giovanni, giving him a warm smile. “’Come and see our new facility when you’re passing.’ It’s just a little open to misinterpretation. Perhaps we could reword that.”

Well, I may not be getting to the beach this afternoon, but perhaps I can introduce this fine young Roman to the delights of Vancouver. I may even have the opportunity to indulge my passion for languages with him and show him my oral skills a little later, one never knows.

I do hope this finds you enjoying your summer. Today I want to share with you a wise tip.  In the harsh summer sun it’s important to moisturise. Every morning before I walk little Hannibal, I use a good quality suntan lotion as a moisturiser, not only keeping my skin safe, but also preserving it’s peach like warm glow. In the evening I always use a little Aloe Vera cream before going to sleep. It’s a simple regime but it will look after your skin and keep you looking young. Developing the habit of using a moisturising cream daily will also help you feel more feminine and confident.

Have a lovely week.

😊

Fiona

It’s not every day that I get a panicked phone call from Sebastian begging me to meet him at the Flaming Buns Café near the office in which I pretend to work. I put on my heels and hurried down to see what could be so troubling to his poor soul.

“Sebastian,” I said taking a pavement seat beneath an umbrella outside the Café. “You look terrible, dear. What on earth is the matter?”

I adjusted my skirt, a little shorter than strictly necessary for the working environment, but very stylish all the same. I often wear a tennis style skirt, pleated and a solid color. A very pleasing sensation on my legs, I must say.  I sat quietly and listened to Sebastian as he poured forth his news.

It transpires that Rainbow has lost her job, again! She’d been working at a new bungee jumping centre a little up the canyon.  Anyway, this time it really doesn’t seem to have been her fault. I mean, really. You’d expect a war veteran to mention his prosthetic limb when going bungee jumping.

“That was most unfortunate,” I said to my distressed friend. “If there’s anything I can do to help, you must let me know.”

Sebastian had that sheepish look some people have before they ask a favor. He looked really very awkward.

“Go on,” I said. “Out with it.”

Sebastian shifted uneasily and then continued.

“She needs a reference,” said Sebastian. “I wonder if you could…”

‘Of course,” I replied. “You know I could act as her reference. I am happy to.  Does she have a particular job in mind?”

“Yes.  She’s applied for a position with Dr. Olivera, in the city centre. He has two practices. He’s an oral surgeon and proctologist, said Sebastian.”

“How very unusual,” I commented.

“Yes,” he continued. “And he runs them out of the same building. For one you go in the front of the building and the other you have to enter from the rear. It’s the dental surgery, strange as that may seem.”

“A very strange man, I think.”

Well, I now have to get on with my day.  I do enjoy telling you these anecdotes though.  If you’re enjoying them and have not already signed up as a Good Gurl, perhaps now is a good time to do so. If you’re already a member of any of my Programs, be sure to have a wonderful day and let me know how you are doing.

😊

Fiona

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It has been called the worst record of the 1980’s, but I love it. In the late 80’s I was working on The Evening Standard as a photographer. On a slow news day we’d go and hang out outside the offices of a ‘hit factory’ production company – Stock Aitken and Waterman in London.

There were always interesting people going in and out of their offices, and often it would merit a quick photo, if nothing else was going on.

One afternoon I was hanging out on the pavement outside the offices, and the two girls came out. It was purely a chance encounter, and although I did know their single I didn’t know the girls at all.

As it happened I was lighting up a cigarette. At that time I regret to say we all smoked. Linda saw me, walked up to me and asked if I had a spare smoke. I gave her one and the three of us spent a while chatting in the sunshine.

The impression I got was that they were just having fun and not really interested in a music career, which was just as well as it was a one hit wonder. However, they really just seemed a couple of sweet young girls living the dream while it lasted.

Years later, in 2007, they did do a reunion video, below, in which they re-enacted the original dance. This time they were quite a bit older, but their fun attitude and presence comes right through. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

They seem to have disappeared from the public eye these days. However, I am always left feeling that if more performers had their attitude the business might be a lot more authentic. Linda and Aisling cared even less about what the critics said than I do. Their sense of fun seems to live on. Wherever they are I hope they’re still as joyful as they were thirty years ago.

🙂

Fiona

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