Gay pride march in London 2008…leading the parade with Barking Bateria. The theme was myths and fairytales. I went as a slutty fairy. Band colours were black and red. (1) Just before kick off, Bo Jo (Boris Johnson, our newly crowned Mayor of London), no doubt in an attempt to rival Ken Livingstone’s inclusivity credentials, arrived to give his blessing to the whole she-bang.
On Gay P**de night 2008 it’s time to make men pay. Collect your wad of nine bob notes on the door and spend them in the market place as Duckie turns consumers into real men.
Take part in over 30 stalls that test your masculinity.
Effeminate homosexuals will be barred and women vaguely tolerated as designer Robin Whitmore turns The Coronet into an interactive nightclub-theatre with the aesthetics of a giant fucking mini-cab office: sticky, brown, stained, a bit pongy and distinctly lacking a feminine touch.
Dress code: straight blokes, plumbers, fat darts players, dads, butch lesbians.
Patrons please note: No pink, no make up, no heels, no floral patterns, no humanity.
which sounded like a laugh, but at the end of the march, my hands full of blisters, I did not have the energy to attend…
I wish I was gay. Gay blokes have so much fun… and no women trouble! Well, then again I guess they just get man trouble instead which is just as bad!
On the NHS float you might have seen a short chubby black porter doing Mr T impressions. That's my friend Tony!
Hi Marmite Lover,
Another lovely post… my very good friend Dawn tells me there is a big (women only I think) drumming event on the South Bank at the weekend… do you know anything about it… I can find out more if you like….
Eagerly anticipating reading more from you very soon…. love your writing and maybe see you on Wednesday?
Bloody BJ, what was he doing there? Booh hiss.
I can't help wondering why there was sooo much samba at this event – don't non-samba people get sick of us?