Tranny Alert

Just a quick entry - I promise a full round up of yesterday and what will be today in Washington, when I return tonight. I'm sitting in the communal internet room at the motel I'm staying at, and there is possibly the worst tranny I've ever seen sitting across from me. There's a group of four people - they're all actors from the sound of their conversation, going to shoot some scenes at a restaurant today. But this tranny - my God. He/she is wearing a purple outfit, hair in a ponytail, pair of boobs, various jewellery, clean shaven - and a voice like James Earl Fucking Jones.

Seriously - if you're going to make an attempt at being a tranny mate, don't start with the boobs. Either remove your vocal cords so no-one can hear you speak, or remove those basketball sized testicles you've got. I half expect him to look over and say "Luke - I am your MAN MUM."

Thank fuck, he's leaving. Creeeeeeepy.