So very tired. Was up until 4:30am making my firewall work. Urgh. More of that later. Fun weekend though. Escaped from work on time and pootled off to Victoria to accost Miles, view his sex toys and meet Foofoo, pounced on a train at just past 7 and we were away. Chatted of pointless things on the train, plus also got a good peer at Dave’s new phone as it has the very sexy cybershot 3.2mp camera built in. Woman with wonky eyes sat in front of me disturbed me somewhat though. Got to Brighton and I journeyed on to Hove and Dave and Miles went to see croberts and camp respectively. Or maybe Dave did both, who knows? Got to Hove station and got lost a bit, found myself a bit and then found Ulf, headed back to the flat and chilled out a bit, had some food, had a shower then headed out to the pit which was XXL in Brighton. In an empty dungeon, in the middle of the night, what diabolical chicken has stamped on your forehead? Was dingy, small, full of drunks and a bit pointless really. None of the fun things to do (at least XXL Brum is in a bigger venue and has a darkroom), no outside, no escape from the music. Argh! I’d assumed it was Saturday night, too, so was thinking I’d get a fairly early night and be up bright and early on Saturday morning, but this was not to be Mostly I sat in corners and watched people. Which possibly meant Ulf felt bad because I wasn’t having fun...bah. I think next time I’ll go to the sea more and go to gay places less Got back at about 3:30am and went to sleep. Was woken by the sound of seagulls at about 8:30, which was nice. Hung my head out of the window and took some piccies of the view of the sea. Got slowly ready and then bounced on buses to the clocktower where I perched and took many many pictures. I love my zoom lens. Mad Christians were out in force, obviously having skipped the “judge not” chapter of the Bible. One had a megaphone. The fool. Amnesty’s fabulously flawed concept of “Love is a human right” was out again, as were a few other things. Interestingly one of the trucks was a tesco one...how does that work? Are tesco secretly sponsoring the gay world? If so, you’d think they’d get a better colour scheme... The march ended and we fucked off back to the flat via Waitrose for an absolutely gorgeous breakfast. Then, after the girls had got dressed ( ) we headed to the park to see the festival. Was nice, bit like London Pride of old. Was fun wandering round stalls and stuff. Bumped into about 3 ex shags including jamesbass with slightly disturbing added nipples, Rich (who appeared to know Peter...funny that) and one I’d rather not remember Wandered about the bear bit, then went for a wander to find Miles. Bumped into him and friends and pootled about the filthy bits. Texted Justin and Dave, found out where the other lot were hiding and then went and (eventually) found them. Justin, bingowings (who strangely seemed to make himself absent as soon as I arrived), Lisa (who is fab, gaydar fan girl in my flickr pics), casparian, Marcus, scareglow, kee, Mouse, and a few others were hiding behind a bear linedancing tent listening to the lovely music. Chilled out there a bit too. Richard bit lots of people. Miles sat between Richard’s legs and got all dominant. Was entertaining Lisa punched someone else’s car and got told off a bit by a big butch security man. It’s amazing what you can get away with when you’re a woman with big eyelashes...Mouse found some helium balloons and inhaled them. He sounded pretty much the same without the helium tbh. Richard bitched about not having had any tonic because Lisa threw it at him. Justin and Bingowings having vanished were discovered through the power of mobile telephony. Justin being a clever boy had decided that he was way trashed enough to be spun around and hung upside down on the fairground rides. "Yeah, we went on the r