Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Lucy in Piccadilly
As you can see, I did wear the dogtooth jacket and black miniskirt outfit up to London to see Dr Richard Curtis. I also carried my white gaberdine Prada shopping bag to stash my grey raincoat, spare black tights, spare shoes, pink scarf and London street atlas in. Perhaps you may think this outfit a bit overdone for a routine visit, but I wanted to see how comfortable I felt flitting around the big city in a miniskirt. It didn't go badly at all. I attracted more attention than I usually do, probably because of the eye-catching jacket (absolutely nobody else was wearing one), and as I walked down Regent Street especially there were a few double-takes from passing tourists and a chorus of 'Sink me! Strewth! Gott im Himmel! Mort Dieu!' and so forth. In the smart shops, such as John Lewis in Oxford Street and (as in the photo above) Zara in Regent Street I passed unnoticed. Same - mostly - on the Underground, although I had one older American lady rolling her eyes! Well, come on, love, I'm just being myself.
The Italianate male persons on the tills at Fortnum & Masons were a little disconcerted as well, but contrived to be brave and not say anything. I suppose they don't get many trannies in Fortnums, it being a bit posh and pricey for most transsexuals, who, let's face it, don't enjoy my level of income.
But pride cometh before a fall. Just when I felt really pleased with my first major outing in a skirt, I was torpedoed and sunk by the woman on the information desk at The Royal Academy of Arts. I hadn't wanted to go home yet, and thought a look at the latest exhibition would be pleasant. So I was going to enquire, and stump up a few bob to get in. But she blew it with a 'Can I help you, sir?'. Uhhh. She was a beautiful, intelligent, articulate and helpful person, with a naturally chic dress sense, but she carried misplaced politeness too far. When did 'sirs' ever wear miniskirts and carry Prada shopping bags? She wasn't being rude, so was she blind? I made some graceful excuse and cheerfully walked out.
In the courtyard was a huge towering pile of plastic globes or bubbles with a silver refective coating, and I took some pictures of this (see the Flickr site). I got up close to one of the globes (see above) and if you click on the photo and enlarge it, you'll see myself at the centre of a pleasing fisheye effect.
On my last leg to Green Park underground station I stopped to gaze into the windows of De Beers, the famous diamond shop. Prices to make your eyes water if not pop out on stalks. Not sure if I really like diamonds that much, even if they are forever. So I didn't buy anything. Instead I had a much-needed gin and tonic at the Wetherspoon's pub in Victoria station. Only £2.30!