Huh!! Chick or Chiken?

Well I blew it big time yesterday.
All the girls at UK Angels were really nice and encouraged me to go to Canal Street in Manchester's gay district.Justine Cairns, Michelle and all the others
couldn't be more helpful, gave me details, suggested where to stay etc.

So I ruished around, bought everything I needed, full make up kit, new outfits- except , no time to buy a wig. But managed to get a day when my partner was away.

Booked a room. Travelled to Manchester. Nice friendly hotel. Went into the bar as previously agreed. Got myself a Becks to settle the nerves.No, not you Becks!! The one that comes in a bottle.(Oh MG! that was you?). Sorry, getting side-tracked here and that pun was a bit bellow the belt.

Anyway, back at the hotel... Julie is losing her bottle ( no pun intended). Can she summon enough courage to just walk a few yards to where the TG group are huddled together? Then the sound of loud harsh Scottish-miner type laughing. You know the type you expect from the Gorbols district of Glasgow. By the way, never order a knuckle of lamb sandwich there. And be very afraid when approaching a Glaswegan TV who wants to give you a Glaswegan kiss.Trust me on this one.

Oh, back at the ranch: I felt as tense as if it was a shoot-out. The barmaid was friendly,OK Carol ? I heard this roaring laugh and I thought " OMG I shouldn't be here.I'm shit scared cos I don't know any of them" and I was out of my depth( Plus I still didn't have a wig). I thought : " These are full blooded guys out for a good booze up. Just the thing I'm trying get away from. No offence girls if you were in that group. You were probably just having a good laugh and being natural. But I'm a timid Tg and needed to meet up with a few quiet girls sipping their glass of wine and chatting sedately. It didn't help that we were all in drab and most of us wre sporting stubble.

So, I had another Becks.Would that help me relax?
Nope. I chatted to the bar maid and decided Julie was not still not ready for coming out, and especially not for going out. I went upstairs to my hotel room and packed my bags. Literally.

Still, hope you had a fantastic time, girls and thanks for all your encouragement. Perhaps that was a dry run ( no pun intended). I apologise if anyone reading this is Scottish and feels offended. I don't mean to that either. So sorry girls. I'm not really a chick but realy chicken and not game.

Maybe I love Julie, but not enough.