Despite my pathetic worries, and Kit's critique, Gay Pride in Newcastle was pleasant, and it was good to see everyone. My energy faded to nothing after about an hour and a half, but I expected that; and so went home, having greeted and hugged a number of people, picked up a few pamphlets and whistles, met a new alternative healthcare practitioner, and eaten noodles with chicken.
Oh, and having, while eating those noodles, sat on a bench listening to a brash Northern lad talk about his dysfunctional Irish ex... and agreeing with his friend that he shouldn't take the Irishman back. He will, of course, that was obvious; you just can't tell people what to do.
It did start to rain just as I got home, so perhaps those who stayed had a slightly more annoying time. But I enjoyed it.
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