The good, the bad, and the unbelievably bloody gorgeous

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Date: 30 June 2007 14:55:07

I'm posting this from the Easyinternet Cafe on the Strand. I've done the Pride march in it's entirety, and heard Ken's speech in Trafalguar Square. Other than the general fabulousness of it all and the fact that I've had a brilliant day, two things stand out to me about it - one wonderful and one not quite so.

1. We walked past a small group of National Front members. I accidentally caught the eye of one of them and I have never had a look of such pure hatred directed at me in my life. It was actually really disturbing. I was amused, though, by the fact that there were more policemen standing in front of the NF than there were of the NF!

I was also quite pissed off when I realised that I recognised a few of the heckling Christians, come out with their banners and their bibles to tell us we were wrong. Their expressions were quite different to those of the NF, and both less scary but just as infuriating - their looks were looks of pity, of 'loving worry'. It drives me up the wall to think that I supposedly share a religion with these people.

But, on a lighter note:

2. WE WALKED RIGHT PAST JOHN BARROWMAN. RIGHT PAST HIM. HE SMILED AT ME! RIGHT AT ME! THERE WAS EYE CONTACT!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm quite disturbed by how much of a squeeing fangirl I was. The reaction was actually quite physical - my legs went all shaky and I got very lightheaded. Seriously embarrasing, of course, but OH MY GOD HE SMILED AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So yes, all in all it's looking to be a good day. I've walked for nearly three miles without giving up (I'm in a hell of a lot of pain now, but it was more than worth it and I didn't give up, which is the important thing if you're me) I have been SMILED AT by JOHN BARROWMAN and tonight I'm going to go to the pub, drink till I fall over and smoke till my lungs explode, as it'll be the last time I'm able to.