She drove her police car through Soho right in the middle of it. The predictable consequence of driving your police car through Soho during Pride is that several of London’s finest and most fabulous drag queens will climb on top of the car for the general amusement of the crowd.
Later she went to the pub with my dad to talk about Important Parent Stuff or something. She then bumped into her friend who regaled them both with her sorrows for two hours, and then they saw our tenants across the bar and joined in with them. It was at this point that she started on the sambuca shots. It would be a close call between the two of us this morning as to who is the most hungover…
I have no one to march with. Think I might just drop into my friend’s Pride party tomorrow evening.
First time I haven’t attended Pride since my first time 6 years ago.
(I would have posted sooner because I have some nice pictures that I wanted to share but I can’t seem to get my phone to talk to my computer.)
For the record, it was fantastic. This year was my 5th London Pride and it just gets better every year.
They also did these awesome Doctor Who cupcakes.