I have mixed feelings about Gay Pride weekend – known as “ Pride” down here.
On one hand, I believe that every person has the right to pursue their sexual orientation free of prejudice victimisation and mocking.
On the other hand, 120,000 visitors descend on our city for a weekend of bacchanian revelry which gridlocks the place, puts huge pressure on the services – especially the hospital – and last year the station having to be closed as the numbers return.
The main sea road from the centre to where I live was closed from 9.00pm on Friday and Polly, who braved it down by train on Sunday, could not take the bus from the station.
Two gay friends I know do very nicely thank you with their pub in the epicentre of the revelries in Kemp Town and prepare for the serving of lager every 3 minutes like a military operation.
Personally I have no wish to embrace Pride, not out of any latent homophobia but at my age I dislike large crowds.