|That is one proud pooch|
|It's so AWWWW until you realize he's in love with someone a third of his age....|
|Even HP's snitch was there!|
Once we picked the perfect spot, W came and met us to watch the parade. Immediately I noticed differences between my beloved Pride London and Brighton's Pride. It was just so relaxed there, busy but not suffocatingly so, and everyone seemed so....free. What I'm trying to say is, there was a lot of nudity. Laura had never actually seen ass-less leather chaps without something on underneath.... and she's not sure she needed to. However, all asses aside, it was a great parade, and to our delight, W got hit on! He was recruited into the 'Bear pack', and asked to grow a beard! I don't think he expected that when he came down to watch the parade with us- but it provided us with plenty of hilarious material for the rest of the day.
|Just a few of the naked butts|
|'Would you ever consider growing a beard?'|
Post parade, we met up with W's girlfriend, and we went down to the beach for fish, chips, and a Swedish cider. We had a lovely afternoon, bought some rock, and then had to climb the massive hill back to our car (ugh) so we could head home. To Laura's dismay, she came away from the day with a terrible sunburn- somehow managed to be the only one to get any colour on the day, and now has very awkward strap marks.
|FCKH8 girls and the giant gay prawn|