As the title suggests, this weekend was Gay Pride! And what better place to do that than Brighton? Ok, maybe Rio, shush. But Brighton is definitely the Queen of Pride Parades in this country, and unsurprisingly the atmosphere was suitably pink. Windfred of course came along for the ride, and fitted in perfectly (although I don't think he was particularly welcome in the supermarket).
We spent most of the day sat on the grass, soaking in the atmosphere, with a bit of dancing and a healthy portion of drinking. The best bit about Gay Pride is the people-watching - mostly the outlandishly ostentatious costumes, but also the openly gay couples. It's so strange that you don't see gay couples being open like that anywhere/time else really, and even stranger to think that the whole thing was illegal 40 years ago. I suppose it takes a long time for a culture shift like that to fully sink in, which is perhaps why there were protesters holding up placards and chanting about the professed evil of sodomy. Still, there's a time and a place, and I don't think they were particularly welcome.
All in all it was a seriously good weekend, but (at the risk of this sounding strangely insulting) seeing all those gay couples in love made me really miss Emilie. Only two-and-a-half months to go before I'll see her again...
