With the games upon us our management decided to give us a few extra quid if we could, more or less, be nice to the punters for a few weeks. Being an affable and helpful chap this did not seem too onerous a task. The past few days have been somewhat difficult.

1. Spotting from behind a tall African chap about to enter the ladies toilets I cautioned him against going in there. Only for him to turn around and leave no doubt in my mind that he was indeed a her..... Platform, please open and swallow me up.

2. Mother struggling with sprog and luggage. She handed me the sprog and busied herself folding buggies and whatnot. I bounced the little chap up and down trying to make him laugh (he was a particularly surly specimen) and was finally rewarded with a one tooth grin. I handed him back whereupon he promptly projectile vomited over mummy's nice frock. Hasty retreat.

3. Only last night a chap asked me if the train was going to Cambridge. Allowing that it was I told him to hop on and got a filthy look from his fiancee. Yep, he had a false leg.

Keeping a low profile today.

:oh::oh:

Always better that you tried, McG. Monday, I was at the ladies' footie semifinal. All the usual squeezing past going on in very narrow rows. You know, we all have to stand to let 'em pass by.

I watched an olf guy with a dodgy leg struggle by trying not to make contact with the people he was passing, but he was really shaky. As he approached, i put my arm out and said, "Do you need a hand?" his relief was palpable. Thereafter, everyone did the same.

He coulda been shirty, but wasn't. Simple.

CG

Yer it must be confusing.:E
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Excellent Drapes!!

Is that pre and post Op Drapes? Did you hold his/her hand?

or hold his...

Yeh gotta admit Drapes it is quite amusing when I see tourists down the pub
chatting up stunning girlyboys because the drunk chatteruppers aren't aware
of the nuances to look for as to whether the chatteruppees are for real or has
a nasty surprise when they get back to his hotel room both pissed as newts.

Can't say I'm a very noble generous bloke at work - but I do help out elderly
folks esp those who have been obviously pushing shit uphill all their lives. All
them iPhone'd and Blue Tooth'd under 40 youngsters can sort out their own
problems if they end up in the poo. Its character-building.

Then again young big-boobed lassies are afforded attention if they appear to
be in trouble (aka vulnerable to rescuers in shiny gold braid!) :E

While we're on this interesting subject, my education is severely lacking.

Why do most references to lady-boys involve asians? Don't others have the same mix as well?

Amd when chatting up such an imposter in a bar how does one discen the differences from straight?

"And when chatting up such an imposter in a bar how does one discen the differences from straight? "


Do what Crocodile Dundee did in that NY bar after being warned.

Grab between the legs and have a feel :O

Their was an article in one of the UK papers about the state of women and womanhood at the Olympics in that both had gone and the women looked
more like men.

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You seen the Netherlands' female hockey team. I think they qualify rather nicely as wimmin. Mind you, Aussie Amy Taylor* beats them into a cocked hat. Or was it a hatted cock? Never quite sure . . .

* played for the "Matildas", the Oz wimmin's footy team, and posed in the nuddy for their calendar.

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You're all welcome...

As I left a shop a young woman was struggling to enter with a pushchair.

I held the door open and waited while she made a meal of it and then walked past without even looking at me.

"You're welcome", I said.
"Yerrwot?"
"Sorry, I thought you said thankyou"

Chap behind the counter had a sudden coughing fit.

Goodonya, Vulcanised. That's my ploy as well, although MrsP tells me off for it.