Sparkle...

...was Ok I suppose. It was our 4th year so as likely we're kind of getting a bit too familiar with it; looking forward to Manchester Pride at the end of August as a new experience.

We didn't stay over, opting to travel in and did Friday lunchtime through to about 2:30am; and then Saturday afternoon for a few hours. I started feeling a bit under par by about 5:30pm on Saturday; probably tired due to the previous late night.

But what cheered me up no end on the way back to the car-park was a wolf-whistle I got off a 7 or 8 year old lad out with his mum and younger sister, walking along on the otherside of the road. His mum told him off telling him '... it's not polite to do that to ladies!' - priceless, absolutely priceless!... of course she was right to say that in todays politically correct climate!

On Sunday we decided to have an impromptu BBQ and invited the girls who were as likely a little Sparkled-out and at a lose end; it was really nice to have Karen, Di, Emma and Mrs Emma come and visit us. I didn't bother to put my face on - opting for more boring Bob side of androgenous; I still felt a little tired from the week/weekend which turned out to be a minor chill.