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Sunday, August 04, 2013

It's a well known fact that gay men like posing in tank tops...


It makes it easier for them to show off their guns. And their helmets.

Anyhoo, yesterday was the annual Brighton Pride parade, a celebration of equality and diversity which began in 1973 and marked its 40th birthday this week. Much like myself. So given my world-renowned status as Robin Cousins' boyfriend, I felt it only right that I should be there. Along with a hundred thousand other people.

Unfortunately I had to take the kids...


I tried to do Amelie's hair like Ace Ventura, but even so, she was cramping my style. To be honest, she didn't really want to be there. She likes deeply heterosexual men like Mr Tumble and SpongeBob, so she was like a fish out of water. But Lisa had been up half the night with a coughing one-year-old, so I did the decent thing and took Amelie and Toby out for the morning while she got some rest. And did my ironing.

And it was well worth the effort. Let's face it, it's not every day you see people with breasts on their backs...


Unless you're watching 'Botched Up Bodies' on Channel 5. Those three are actually from the CoppaFeel charity, which aims to get women touching themselves in a healthy way.

And they weren't the only tits on display...


I'm joking, of course. They're not so much tits as bosom buddies. The bald bloke with the flag is married to the woman who used to chase me through Asda. If you enter his name into Google, you get this...


Which shows how much he's let himself go since the the second photo from the right was taken.

Anyhoo, Labour's slogan yesterday was "Never Kissed a Tory (Never Will)" which didn't seem very inclusive to me. Especially as a lot of them are gay. But hey, at least they turned up...


I'm not sure if that was a subtle statement about the difficulty of teachers coming out of the closet, or if they'd just disappeared on another long holiday, but either way there was no one there.

To be fair though, the parade hadn't actually started at that point. Amelie, Toby and I walked along the road above Madeira Drive and looked at the floats preparing to leave, but by the time we got down to the pier and the parade was underway, Amelie had had enough and was asking to leave. At least I think she was. I couldn't actually hear her voice over the loud music and whistles, but from the look on her face, she wasn't happy.

So while the rest of the city was heading into town for a fun-filled, colourful carnival, I was trudging back home to the sound of Amelie moaning. We did witness the first arrest of this year's Pride...


... but I didn't see much of the parade. Still, there's always next year.

1 comments:

Phil's Mum said...

I think you're too old for this sort of thing (taking children out, I mean)!