Hi, I'm a dyslexic granny

This is my very first blog.And this is the very first time you have visited me.
Take up a chair and listen to our story. By our story I mean the time when trannies will walk proud without fear of ridicule.

First of all we need a political party. I love parties.
We should call it the Planet of the Cakes. This will
a) Fool everyone into thinking we will let them all eat cakes. This will go down particularly well in France

b) Attract all those film buffs and Sun writers and readers who love a pun.


Of course, we will need a party clour- red, blue and orange are already used.So we shall use a colour such as Fuschia because
a) Not many people really know what colour its supposed to look like
so they everyone will talk about it and get our name spread.

b) Its a pretty colour and will go well with most smart skirt suits, especially fuscia.

We will make an election pact with the Liberal Party and the Greens who will be bowled over by being able to wear fuscia.

On our election platform we will have top supermodels ( no not her-she wouldn't get a sniff) in Kinkyboots. We will promise free lager and live footie programs with free digital TVs (no pun intended) for the blokes.

For the ladies we will have free boob implants on the NHS and extend Coronation Street and East Enders to be shown twice daily.

Of course we will have to balance the economy. This can be done by selling the Isle of Man to the highest bidder.

If any of you wish to provide policies for the Planet of the Cakes please let me know and we can arrange a shadow closet.