Dianne and Me at Pillar Point Harbor, Princeton CA.
Both of us Yorkshire Lasses on Telegraph Hill's beautiful step/garden walk.
Dianne and Estella at Mum's corner shop - which is located in the kitchen!
Pompolino State Beach, CA.
Showing a bit of leg.



Just a quick blog - I have to whack a few pics on here because I managed to take 250 in the fortnight Dianne came to visit me and some are just gems, so I am off work, Monday afternoon, having bottomed my room, cleaned both my floor and the kitchen, on hands and knees I may add, perched on the edge of my unmade bed waiting for the sheets to dry in the tumble dryer. Why we don't 'peg out' here some may wonder - well, the sun is so bright it fades all one's colours so it is nion impossible to get that fresh line dried effect. Mind you, I seem to recall in England my washing was on the line for days, since the weather meant constant drenching of the clothes and resulted in another day flapping about in the garden, getting tangled up in the old honeysuckle, well, that's how I remember it.

So then Dinx the Minx AKA Dianne Dyminski has left the country, nearly got turfed of the connecting flight in Vegas before she even got on it - drunk, I wonder if that had something to do with the 4 cans of Bud she stasdhed in my car for the 15 minute journey to the airport? Or could be someting to do with the lovely ladies she met in the Vegas bar, one too many for the skies or so the air sueward tried to imply. Alas she got back to Blighty in one piece with many happy memories of a trip to see her old friend Jo. So some pictures for you to have a gander at any comments would be welcomed, just so I know you are out there reading this crap. A hello would be appreciated.

I must say it was a pleasure having Di to stay, she is a lesbian and a just like a bloke really, probably why we got on so well. She was easily pleased and happy with a cheapo can of beer and a few weirdo sightings in a day. I must say we dodged a shooting by a block, was harassed by a scary crack head who decided flemming up on my window would be the friendly welcome to the city Dianne was going to get and met an original Haight and Ashbury Summer of Love Hippie (yeah he was wearing a tie-died t- shirt!), hung in a very butch dyke club, where a few tongue sarnies were scoffed, saw part of a Giant's game for free and went to a gig at Berkley's Greel Theatre. I am considering becoming a tourist guide.

I have an idea for tours of the city - freak tours - basically a day in the city, frequenting such places as SOMA's 5th and 6th residential areas, Haight and even the Marina for those prepily disguised freaks who seem to love spending $8 on a beer. It would be akin to the ghost tours of York where I went to Uni maybe I should put a little more thought into it.

It has been a lovely weekend of chill. Not that I was dying to get that Minx back on the plan to whence she came. I just needed to recharge my batteries and stay in. So I cooked a salad, yeah eggs were boiled, beans grilled so in my book that constitutes cooking which was a accompanied by some tasty fillet grilled to perfection by my boyfriend Matt (see you got a mention). Saturday we drove up to the city, Matt got a hair cut and we drove over the Golden Gate Bridge to Tiberon and a littlle bar n the harbour overlooking the city, a wicked view of Alcatraz by the way, had a few rasberry rum smoothies (eye eye Captain), rummaged around a few yard sales where I got a few choice pieces of silver and wooden jewelery, then back to the city for a night in watching shite TV and a Chinese takeaway. Sunday was spent watching Pearl Harbor and eating Calzones from Pizza Orgasmica, then trivia at the Pig and Whistle. We came joint 3rd, so not too bad considering I know absolutely bugger all. I am all relaxed and ready for my next visit, which I am ecstatic over, Leanne my bestist friend is coming from Leeds with her hubby for a week in October. I will try and get some different shots for their visit. Sorry to bore you all with bridges, beaches and bevvies, but that's life in Sunny Cal - It is all good. Oh, still raining in Blighty??? How many weeks has the weather been akin to that of Noah's days?