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Play Misty for me ...

 Well; fuck me but it's been a while since I had a rant. But then hey; when there is so much "woke generation bollocks" TV about a rant is never far away.

We've had Bake Off, Sewing Bee, Hairstyling and then Make Up, it was only a matter of time before another craft related program hits the airwaves. 

All the others are frankly a bit girly but this one had a whiff of masculinity about it. Handmade, the search for Britain's Best Woodworker.  At least that's what I though until I caught last nights Grand Final episode.

There was only a bloke on it called Misti, he looked like that singer guy from Jethro Tull, and just like him I am pretty certain that Misti is an expert in playing the flute or pink oboe. Misti looked like a bloke, had a chin like a bloke and voice like bloke, and the build of bloke but ... it turns out he's a woman.

The judges had to call him 'she' and praise the journey that Misti has been on throughout the program. 

Inside I'm screaming "its a bloke in a dress". Actually he/she/they was wearing knee high boots, tights or body stocking, and a cheeky pair of short cut denims. Misti also sported a long bandana, which frankly can only have been a Health & Safety issue. Catch that in a lathe or router and it could rip your ear off luv.

Still she's got a cock; so you have been warned. 

Last time I heard of anyone called Misti was in that Clint Eastwood film where the woman got punched out of a window. Having watched just one episode of Handmade I know how Clint feels.

Misti's full name is Misti Leitz, why not Fairy Lights? 

Unbelievable. 

I have to admit though Misti wasn't the only one to have a close shave, the wood used on his outdoor area looked nicely planed.

Stay woof.

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