We had an utterly fantabulosa time at Pride in London yesterday!
Having decided that in the absence of our old "home base" The Shaston Arms [formerly Our Sal's pub - RIP], our somewhat depleted gang [neither Sal nor Lou could make it, and others had alternative plans for what they were doing for Pride] we would meet up in The Kings Head pub in Mayfair close to our favoured spot on Piccadilly near the Burlington Arcade, we had a comfortable few snifters before assuming positions.
As ever, our completely OTT outfits outshone just about anything on the parade/march itself! And so it was, as always, that we had more of the corporate-branded t-shirt-wearing participants taking photos of us than we took of them. It's a shadow of its former self, more's the pity, nowadays. So many boring t-shirts and so few creative costumes.
Speaking of the parade...
...and - we made it into The Guardian!
We and more than a million people thoroughly enoyed it!
Roll on next Gay Xmas...
