THE BRITISH EMPIRE

This weekend was Pride weekend. I like how the sign says "Pride gay" and also that it's directing people to the wrong park... Most people seemed to have managed to find the right one though - Preston park, not Stanmer park - judging from the amount of people there. Apparently it's estimated that 160,000 people found their way to Brighton, more than doubling the population. Whoa! I hung out with my friends and made some new ones. Gay times!

(Everything you do is a balloon...)

Please please click this donna to enlarge. She's amazing.

There's a Swedish lullaby about sleeping bears...

(Jeff spotted and shot the middle hottie)

Managed to find Nick too (or well, he found me) which was a treat. Robin was having a retreat (ha!) in the Cowley sofa after no sleep whatsoever.

And in the evening we went to the street party. Cat and I were among the few straight people (and most likely the only straight ones in this blog post apart from Robin) in the village...

Woo to great weekend!