We went to Pride, and I must apologise, I am ashamed, I let you all down, I let myself down, by not charging my camera batteries in time, because there were some rare sights on offer. Hurrah for the insanely mental people, letting their freak flags fly.
Instead I refer you to all the other clever people who managed to take their cameras and uploaded their photos on Flickr.
Two thoughts about Pride: it seems to have turned into one almighty marketing opportunity - a quick walk around revealed stalls flogging everything from pink sparkly cowboy hats and angel wings, to horrible hippy knitwear, rubberwear, leatherwear, sex toys and viagra, crystals, candles, houseware, petcare insurance, civil partnership packs... The relentless salesmanship was getting to me, had to remove myself to the bar tent before I gave in to the urge to buy a pink sparkly cowboy hat.
The other is that despite all the commerciality, it's a really mellow atmosphere, we went with our friends who all have kids and it was kind of nice to see the breeders and the gay hedonists co-existing so happily together. Really it's Utopia (with the occasional person wearing chaps without trousers underneath.)
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I don't know about you but petcare insurance might be quite high on my list of things to do as I stroll around in my cowboy hat and trouserless chaps.
Brighton Pride is probably the best of all pride festivals (were there a beauty contest of prides). It strongly retains the sense of community that hinders London pride events. I think it comes from being very well managed, and also it has a long running tradition and reputation.
I went to Soho Pride last weekend, which doesn't have any discernable character. It was quite fun, nonetheless. Speaking of marketing, I bought a set of salt+pepper shakers. They are in the shape of 2 ghostlike figures interlocking in an embrace. Whoever decided these should be aimed at the gays is a marketing genius.
We've got Gay Pride here in Reykjavík next weekend. Must remember to charge my camera batteries - thanks for the reminder!
Yes, and it's ironic Greavsie, because when buying insurance I often find my mind wandering to french ticklers and rubber nurse's outfits.
Adrian, I've never been to one in London, but thoroughly appreciated the Brighton one - though it's rumoured they are going to charge entrance for it next time?!?! I know the very ghosty salt&pepper shakers you mean, and may have even had a pair once upon a time.
Alda, I'm still kicking myself - take lots for me!
Angel wings?? That one baffles me.
I used to love Pride. All those foxy lesbians snogging with their boobs hanging out...
I'll get me (Gaultier) coat...
GG, people here have a surprising exhibitionist streak and love any excuse to dress up. For some reason, angel wings are the choice du jour for hen parties (and apparently Pride festivals too).
Tim - boo! You old lech! ;-)
Bar tent? Homeware? Petcare insurance?
Bah, I should have been there. With my angel wings, naturally.
Billy - bah, yes you should. Still there's always next year, hang on to your angel wings.
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