3gp:https://www.freakcity.net/test/11862330289074_1.3gp it’s Pride in Brighton and everyone’s gay. Or something. Went to a really crap bar last night, bumped into a Retro barman, went to a really nice restaurant that involved socked feet and sitting on the floor (which is apparently bad for Sunin) and a fairly early night. Day 5 of no cigarettes or alcohol and the cig cravings are a bit bad but manageable. Breakfast on the beach at 10am was only slightly spoiled by the breakfast tasting like shit. The procession was fun. Way more dykes here than in London, which had never really hit me before. Met up with Ulf and Peter to pick up flat keys, had a caesar salad which was served from between the buttocks of a very fit waiter (I wish). And then got the special Pride bus, which is full of singing gays :-) - now, time to get off the bus and abuse National Front members