I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. Header: Mandel Photography

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Sunday, August 23, 2020

Ian the tram driver

Long story short: 
Ian is adorable. Ian worships trams. Ian had a birthday. We rented a tram. He drove it. He loved it. His future career is secured.

First it was just four of us and we had to act like
everything is as usual and others will arrive soon as well:

Katrina is so explosive that I was breathless and stunned for a second there:

Then we pushed hesitant Ian into a taxi
and all he got to say was "What about the popcorn I bought?"

How to surprise a person, who likes to control and know everything?
Just do it, he will appreciate it:

To his surprise the party continued on a tram
under the introduction of the smartest guy at tram depot, the legendary Peeter:

The legendary Peeter is so awesome,
that he drove the tram without sitting in the driver's seat.

Dreams do come true
(although the Depot thought that Ian is 12 years old tram enthusiast):

Ian drove the tram. Ian got to give the signal. 
Ian orgasmed a little:

Opened doors and said to strangers "You cannot sit with us":

14 km per hour:

This is the party you tell your kids about:

I'm so fabulous, I fart glitter:

"Did I validate my ticket?":

The legendary "headache" posing:

The public transportation jungle:

Sõbrapilt 25 krooni tükk:

Recreating the London underground closeness:

The one where everyone's eyes are open...:

...the one where friend's eyes are closed, 
but the other one is purely killing it:

That green dress stole the show:

Holding his hand gives me strength and power.
14 years and counting:

There aren't many Estonian Londoners that have not worked at Dishoom.
The national treasure:

From Bombay with love:

The Armenian pride:

It might rain outside, but in the tram the sun is shining:


Bring in the champagne and beautiful queens:

Have you ever been this happy on a public transportation?:







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