Oh, the glamorous life

We had a simply fantabulosa time - as always - at Saturday's Pride in London!

Despite the fact that proceedings were delayed not long after kick-off for an hour by a shiftless gang of yoofs who threw red paint at a float and glued themselves to it, supposedly in support of Palestine - why us? why Pride? arseholes!! - we spent an enjoyable few hours waving and cheering the huge turn-out of assorted groups as they wended their way (slowly) through Piccadilly en route via Trafalgar Square to Whitehall.

Sports fans, fetishists, dykes-on-bikes, queens, trans, old, young, military, drag queens, charities and corporates - just about everyone was represented, with the exception this year of any political parties. Apparently freedom of speech doesn't extend to anyone that the organisers, in their wisdom, don't agree with, in spite of the fact we live in a democracy...

Hey ho!

We were simply gratified that all those bored - and largely boringly-dressed - people marching all took photos of us! And why wouldn't they?

We were even serenaded by the Gay Men's Chorus:

Pride in London 2025 - Gay Men's Chorus

Needless to say, after five hours we were all ready for a drink - so, rather than try and battle our way into the morass of the West End, we "invaded" an unsuspecting (and normally quiet on a Saturday) pub in Mayfair for the evening, which was just perfect!

But possibly the highlight - or certainly one of the most memorable moments - of the day? Having a "photo-shoot" in the flagship Savile Row boutique of top menswear designer Ozwald Boateng!

An utterly splendid Gay Xmas, indeed!