Gay Pride March, Birmingham 2011
I knew there was something going on when we first got near Birmingham city centre to find all the roads being closed off and traffic getting gridlocked all over the place.
I’d driven in with a mate to go to the Soy Cafe – awesome Chinese/Vietnamese food that’s always fresh and served up quickly. They also have a £6.95 set menu deal where you get a drink, pudding and choose a main meal from the ever-changing selection. Trust me – it’s good stuff!
So we walked towards it, with the distant sound of whistles and signs announcing disruption for Pride (as if we hadn’t noticed an increased number of, well, ‘The Gay Community’ mooching about the place), and as we got near the Chinese quarter we were headed off by the parade itself.
Now, I’ve got no problem with homosexuals myself. Why would I have? I’m straight and proud, so if they’re gay and proud that’s fine by me, and everyone’s happy!
I’m not entirely sure what the whole Gay Pride march is about? Whether it’s political, raising awareness, or just an excuse for a big old street party, or all of them!?
Gay Rights? Give it to ’em!
Why should any straight person give a damn if gays want to marry? If you think it through, those straight people are the only ones who WON’T be affected by gay marriage, because they’re not gay so probably won’t be forced into marrying a gay. Get over it!
Anyway, the actual parade seemed a bit tame compared to what I was expecting. I thought it would be more of a carnival type affair, with heavy partying. I guess the march was only around 1pm, so it’ll all get a lot more lively as the night draws in.
It was actually quite a good atmosphere there!
As we were starting to starve to death, and the parade seemed to have stopped, we made the choice to cut through it to get across the road to where the restaurant was.
Of course, just as I got right in the middle, surrounded by scantily clad gold-sprayed people, stilt-walkers, and banners, everything started to bloody move again, with cameras going off etc.
So you just KNOW that on the front page of all the newspapers reporting the Pride March will be a picture of ME right in the middle of the damned parade!
And to top it off, I picked the worst possible day to wear my crotchless jeans and nipple clamps…
This was a moody Police biker, sat staring at the Fire Brigade bike in the parade, which had loads of people having photo’s taken with it. The Police biker looked miserable at being left out, so I found it funny and took his picture: