AS it’s day 88, I thought it was appropriate to go with the traditional bingo callers’ ‘two fat ladies’. However the ladies I’m talking about are neither fat, nor in fact ladies.
My eldest cousin, Jonathan, enjoyed his Stag Do last weekend. Sadly for all of us, social media permits photographs of these blessed affairs, which in Jonathan’s case I felt should perhaps have been kept on a ‘what happens on tour, stays on tour’ basis.
You’ll see from the photographic evidence supplied, that in good old honest Stag tradition, the Groom-to-be was indeed dressed up in some form of feminine attire.
I think you’ll agree, this is a frightening image, something that his dear Bride-to-be (Teresa) didn’t need to see, never mind the rest of us innocent bystanders.
The cheeky blighter then presented me with a secondary image yesterday of one of his other cross-dressing exploits, and in essence signed himself up for this blog!
I feel it was almost inevitable that Jonny would head down this road at some point..it’s in his genes, as you’ll see from our third picture this evening.
This features my late Grandma and Grandpa at a fancy dress party over 25 years ago. I expect you’ll find this image as disturbing as I do.
My Grandpa (on the right to save any confusion): the local Baptist Minister, a much respected member of society, stood with his wife: a primary school teacher, vicar’s wife and equally dignified woman, in what can only be described as the most frighteningly convincing attempt at cross dressing I’ve seen in some time without the aid of surgical procedures.
All I can say is..oh dear. Teresa, I hope you know what you’re letting yourself in for?
Of course taking after Eddie Pilling would be one of the greatest things Jonathan could ever do, so if the only sacrifice is the occasional cross-dressing situation, then I can highly recommend you stick with him!
Perhaps don’t do it again for a while though Jonny..my eyes can’t take it!
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