π³οΈβπ London Pride: the morning after…
I’m actually feeling surprisingly fine. Didn’t stay up too late, didn’t have too many beers, had a good dinner and rehydrated before bed. All that aside, I’m taking it very easy today.
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π³οΈβπ London Pride: the morning after…
I’m actually feeling surprisingly fine. Didn’t stay up too late, didn’t have too many beers, had a good dinner and rehydrated before bed. All that aside, I’m taking it very easy today.
Well, marching in the London Pride parade yesterday was an absolute blast.
The group I walked with from LGBT Humanists were lovely, the crowds were amazing, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many smiles in one place. Running up and down the street, high-fiving spectators while holding a placard was difficult, but no spills or falls occurred.
(Being screamed at by the religious extremists wasn’t as much fun, but they were quickly drowned out by the vast majority of free-thinking people in the crowd.)
After the parade, I met up with the usual suspects in the heart of Soho at Comptons, sank a few much-needed beers and had some lovely chats. The vibe was so friendly, so welcoming. Time flew by and suddenly, it was 9pm and I’d hit the wall. I was absolutely shattered. Time to make a move.
We made our way back home, stopping off for a couple of our favourite Burritos, then bed! This morning, I don’t have much of a voice, but I do have some incredible memories.
Happy Pride!
π³οΈβπ Iβm going to need a lot more coffee before Iβm in full London Pride mode. But once I am, Iβll be unstoppableβ¦ π€£
πΈ Survived another week! Here’s to an excellent Pride weekend in London.
π³οΈβπ Really looking forward to marching in tomorrow’s London Pride parade.
I’ll be with the LGBT Humanists. Give us a wave when you see us! I had an absolute blast the last time I marched in the parade. Such positivity, such joy. Thousands of smiling faces.
ππΌ I had the gym in our building all to myself this afternoon.
Until the last ten minutes of my workout, when this giant beast of a neighbour came down, dressed in street clothes, and chose the treadmill next to me for… a walk. And a telephone conversation. While on speakerphone. Loudly.
I glared at him pointedly - I could hear him over my own headphones and this is something he always seems to do - and he moved one machine away. Then he switched to French and started talking about me.
No, I’m not paranoid. I can speak French.
Anyway, it was soon time to wrap up and leave him to his stroll. I didn’t want to be there for his inevitable heart attack. The man is a utter pig and I’ve seen him ogling the women in our building like someone the police have a thick file on. He gives out major “How much for the blonde?” energy, like a basic villain in an Indiana Jones flick.
I don’t even want to share the gym with him.
On the plus side, I got a solid 45mins workout on the elliptical, some much needed stretching, and an episode of The Boys Season 4 before it was time to leave.
The fact that my local council (The Kleptocracy of Tower Hamlets) says it’s fine for building sites to start work at 8am on a Saturday is all I need to know about who’s interests they’re looking after.
πΈ Enjoying a lovely cool breeze out on the balcony this evening. Plus this incredible view.
πΈ A relaxing post-work seat on the balcony, enjoying the very welcome sun.
Might summer be finally making an appearance? βοΈ
πΈ Goodnight π΄
I’ve just been for a lunchtime walk around my office’s neighbourhood in East London.
I was blown away by the number of drivers I saw driving while using their mobile phones. Virtually nobody had eyes on the road and both hands on the steering wheel. Narrow streets, cars parked on both sides. A recipe for an accident - made all the more likely by this kind of bullshit behaviour.
π A superb Monday so far!
πΈ Waking up to sunshine and blue skies definitely takes the edge off a Monday morning.
πΈ Managed to get an hour of uninterrupted sun on the balcony before the dark clouds came back. Definitely better than nothing.
Aaaargh. My hay fever is off the scale this morning. Feeling utterly miserable and I haven’t even left the apartment yet. Eyes streaming, constant sneezing, itchy all over. Seems my meds aren’t doing a thing today.
πΈ The new seating / viewing platform in the dock at Canary Wharf is really coming together. Soon it’ll be the perfect place to enjoy a coffee in the sun. If the sun ever makes an appearance this summer.
πΈ London looking golden this evening.
I knew I bought these dungarees for a reason! Loving this afternoonβs music, sunshine and beers at Mighty Hoopla!
πΊ Enjoyed a few hours wandering down the Bermondsey Beer Mile, sampling delicious beers and enjoying the sporadic sunshine.
π¦· Starting my weekend with a trip to the dentist.
Nothing serious, just a check-up. But never, ever anything less than a chore.
π Home early from work, but it’s far from good news: my hay fever is off the scale today.
Despite taking my usual antihistamines. I went for a walk in the part at lunchtime and have been suffering ever since. On the sofa, feeling very sorry for myself, trying not to rip out my own eyes.
πΈ Some really beautiful London skies this evening…
βοΈ Working on my tan and catching up with all my podcasts from earlier this week.
πΈ Enjoying brunch out on the balcony
πΊ Some delicious beers in the very welcome afternoon sun, at our local, the Munich Cricket Club.