Brighton Pride: The Report

Well, yesterday I managed to get up at 10:30, meaning I got about 4 hours of sleep (an hour more than I expected) and I felt surprisingly compus mentus. Tim called me just as I'd applied shaving foam to my face while in the shower, to confirm I was still going to Brighton Pride, so I jumped out and went to my room to check the train times. Once we'd confirmed when we were meeting I got back in the shower, just as I turned the water back on Richard phoned to confirm that I knew it was Preston Park and not Brighton itself!
I then had a couple of hours to kill so I did a few normal things, like check emails. I then realised, at 12:45 that I was running late! It is always the same if I give myself too much time, I end up being late! I had to run to catch the right train on time and just made it.
I got a seat straight away, but at London Bridge the train began to get crowded, and I was surrounded by a group of mainly lesbians. I got to Preston Park and about 5 minutes later Tim and Richard arrived on their train.

It was a beautiful day, literally not a cloud in the sky and we even had a bit of a breeze every now and again to cool things down. The Park was heaving, the busiest I've seen it. I guess that people were just making the most of it, with all the bad weather we've been having over the last 2 months. It was difficult to move around though, but we eventually found a place to sit and relax a bit. I eventually gave up my inhibitions and took my top off, in a wasted attempt to get an even tan (too late, I'd left my top on far too long, but I wouldn't find that out until later!).

I only saw a couple of people I recognised, and only talked to one. He used to be a barman in Barcode and mainly worked in the downstairs bar on weekends. I used to briefly flirt and talk to him when I was there. He is now working for Gay Times, doing what I don't know, but it was nice that he came over to talk to me.

I eventually got bored of traipsing around from bar area to bar area and was glad that everyone decided to leave before the "official" end of the day. Richard, by this time had become adversely affected by "something" I shan't say what and was becoming more and more annoying and embarrassing. He was flirting with everyone, in front of Tim, poking people, talking loudly about embarrassing thing (such as a guy, who I have fancied for years, who apparently had an operation to make his cock bigger! The guy was about 6 feet away and I'm sure must have heard him. I was so embarrassed.), and he even pulled a guy's shorts and underwear down as he made his way past on the train on his way to the toilet!
I was glad when they had to get off at London Bridge to change, though ALL the good looking guys got off the train at the same time and, once again I was left on my own. Ahhhhh.

I went home and got something to eat and went on the internet. I eventually went to bed at about 23:30. Not surprisingly I got off to sleep almost immediately!
Overall, it was a good day, but nothing to rave about. I won't be fussed if I can't make it next year!