Was a big one – 35 years since the first march in 1978. Back then, those that dared to march got arrested, publicly outed in the newspaper and many lost their jobs. Today it’s one of the biggest and most colourful celebrations in the world with the police marching as part of the parade. Not bad going at all.
This was also the first year that the history has been catalogued in the form of a pop up museum. I had privileged access to the content early this year and would loved to have taken part. These are modern times, so I settled for a facetime tour instead from one of the board members. It looked fab!
I’ll be donning my mirrored shoulder pads and matching helmet in the northern hemisphere to my lovely big hearted gay friends and husbands down under and having a Kiki in their honour. Looking forward to welcoming at least two of them back to London when same sex marriage is finally legal (come on David Cameron!) and I can release doves and sing at the wedding (ok not sing).
Here’s some memories of way back when I popped my Mardi Gras cherry (and when we still printed out our holiday snaps and put them in to albums).