Sunday, July 03, 2005
London Pride 2005
Yesterday morning, Blake and I participated in the Gay Pride Parade which began at Hyde Park and ended at Victoria Embankment. I joined Blake and his rugby team in carrying the big block long rainbow flag at the front of the parade. It was a lot of fun. Of course, an hour into the march everyone became victims of our short attention spans and I think our flag holding suffered a bit.
At the end of the parade, we happened to look into the crowd and saw Sir Ian McKellen! Once we got rid of the flag, Blake wanted to go back to see Ian again. He graciously posed for a picture with us. He was very pleasant.
At the end of the parade, we happened to look into the crowd and saw Sir Ian McKellen! Once we got rid of the flag, Blake wanted to go back to see Ian again. He graciously posed for a picture with us. He was very pleasant.
Following the parade, I stood and listened to the motley crew of gays and lesbian groups at a rally at Trafalgar Square, from Gay and Lesbian Muslims to Radical Gay Faeries (don't ask), each and every one trying to channel the spirit of Martin Luther King in order to whip the crowd into a sympathetic frenzy. The most they got out of most of us was a collective yawn. I know that sounds insensitive but after an hour of listening to one sad cause after another, I was ready for the rugby team to take the stage along with the other gay sports teams so we could blow that scene.
After a quick stop back at our flat, we were back at Compton's and Duke of Wellington for a few drinks. We ended up at a bear bar called XXL. We danced. We drank. We even put our hands up a cute Irish guy's kilt! All in all, London Pride turned out to be a lot more fun than I anticipated. Although next year I think I could do without all the speeches at the rally!
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Oooooo Craig is gonna be SO JEALOUS of you meeting Ian McKellen! That's why I'll be showing him this pic immediately...that's what he gets for sitting around watching television while my friend Chuck and I worked for 8 hours tearing the rest of the living room down to the wall studs yesterday. The drywall goes up today! I'm off to rent a panel lifter for the ceiling. Yes, my life is far less exciting than that of you Londoners. :)
Tell me, do they have any holidays there where the IQ of the neighbors is inversely proportional to the number of fireworks they let off? A holiday where if your home is so close to the neighbors that a spark off your stove could set the neighbor's home ablaze? If so, I would take a trip across the Channel immediately before it starts.
Yeah, I REALLY hate July 4! My poor neighbor Brian had to drug his dogs they are so upset. I would imagine the Brits are far too reserved for this sort of foolishness.
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Yeah, I REALLY hate July 4! My poor neighbor Brian had to drug his dogs they are so upset. I would imagine the Brits are far too reserved for this sort of foolishness.
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