Yesterday was Brighton Pride, my wife and I watched the parade and then headed into the park. I always make a beeline for the charity and community stalls and have lots of great conversations, as well as the compulsory buying of junk. After 6 hours at Pride, my body gave up, my wife dragged me up the hill home and I've been asleep most of the time since then, while the rest of Brighton continues to party. I had a great day, but the suffering that follows really puts a dampener on it all. I still can't wait until next year!