It wouldnt be right to begin to start to talk about my weekend without paying tribute to possiby the greatest entertainer of our time. I grew up on Michael Jackson Music. His was the first pop concert I ever went to. I was only a kid when I managed to buy 6 tickets to the King of Pop at Wembley. Your first concert is so much more memorable than any other and though I got tickets again a few years later I will always remember that first time.
I had tickets again this time, infact we were due to go to the 02 next Friday to watch him again. It doesnt seem real that his no longer here. Rest in Peace Michael. May you receive in death equal happiness that you have shared with us all over generations of music. You truly were the king of Pop. Our Elvis. The Peoples PopStar.
Saturday afternoon kicked off the launch of the pride season with the Clapham gay Street Festival. I arranged with Mickey to go to Clapham and started the day with a BBQ meal at Bodeans. Burnt ends and Pulled Pork with fresh Slaw. Yummy.
We then walked down the high street to the Street Festival. Situated down the side of the Kazbar in a residential street we were first searched then allowed free entry. The lovely boyz from GMFA were collecting and its always a pleasure to help them out in their very worth cause. Was that Paul Burston with a collection bucket, yet minus a beard? I couldnt quite tell and by now I was already inside the Street Party.
At the far end was a Cabaret Stage, not even 150 Meters away yet with the crowds of people it was almost impossible to hear. We started with a jug of Pimms and hooked up with both Mikeys friend Jason & my friend from work, James. Preety much just chilled. You couldnt very easily move with the masses of people and the encroaching grey cloud looked like it was going to break with precipitation any minute. As the rain started to fall like thousands of others we ran for cover in one of Claphams's 2 gay bars. Sheltering in the Two Brewers which I have never seen so crammed in all of my life. The bar was at least 4 people deep and after the first drink we decided it wasnt worth the hassle of standing in line and instead went to the supermarket and bought drinks and stood outside in the street with the crowds. My friend Owen from Cardiff found us in the masses and joint us for the day. Has it really been 4 years since I lived in Cardiff?
Came home, quickly ate and changed and ended up at XXL. It also seemed heaving and I can only imagine what it will be like next weekend for Pride. They say that some 750,000 people come to London for Pride.
Finally summer has arrived. Today's high is due to be 30 degree's. It was over 20 over night. Old Blighty seem's to have 2 possible weather conditions. Hot & Stickey and wet and cold. Why can it never be warm, sunny & Fabulous?
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