I guess I was a bit scared at first, when everyone was talking about it at BLAGY, (what is it, where is it, will it be full of old men?). I was also excited, because it meant I go to go out and be me, in an environment where nobody gives a toss. All I remember thinking on the day of it was will it be full of drag queens? You see, drag queens scare the living shit out of me, same with clowns. I don’t know why they just do.

So I woke up got ready and my mum comes in “Where are you going?” “Just into Leeds with some friends from BLAGY” I said. I wonder why I lied sometimes, because I knew she wouldn’t mind if I had told her the truth, but I was scared about her reaction at the same time. She was going on about random crap then she went “Your going to a gay parade aren’t you”, so I told her the truth, and then she called up Jonathon, who thankfully put her mind to rest, but she refused to talk to me until like 2 hours after I got home!