Who else is feeling sore after this weekend?! But it is so worth the pain after such an amazing few days!
Here is my mini diary of events for the 3 days of mischief that is known as London Pride:
Friday
After a long lie-in to make up for my (correct) prediction of minimal sleep over the weekend I spent a good couple of hours having my pre-pride shower and preening session. Got to be clean and perfect for all these hot visitors to the city haven’t you!?
That evening brought us Rudeboiz – SCALLY PRIDE 2010:
I went down to Fire on Friday night to see the rudest models from our very own Eurocreme, and my good friend Dominic Diesel took one (or was it two?) for the team and tested out Scally Alley.
What did Dominic say when asked for a detailed review? ”AWESOME!”
These boys were so rude I felt I should have words with their mothers, but then remembered something my own mother once said to me… “Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
The rest of the night must have been good as I didn’t recognise my surroundings when I woke up the next morning…
Saturday
I found my way home eventually and managed to put some fresh threads on my damaged body in time for the parade.
As usual the parade had enough music, bright colours and tasty men to wake us all up from the night before and get us in the mood for the music in Trafalgar Square. Once at the square there was plenty of eye candy to check out whilst hearing the lovely pop tunes from the array of artists put on for our pleasure. I was very excited to see Sonique as she is responsible for some classic tunes that never fail to make me dance like a special person.
Next I made my way to Soho for a tipple/a years supply of alcohol amongst the crowds…just a few extra people in Soho this weekend weren’t there!?! Wowza! I may have spoken to every single one of you that night as I started “conversations” with pretty much every person I (literally) bumped into!
Sunday
There is no point mentioning the morning of Sunday. Statistically that never happened in the life of Jimmy Bling. I was distracted eyeing up potential talent for future films for a good few hours. Life is hard.
My ringtone decided to bring me back on track and I was greeted by Dominic Diesel’s invite to see Eurocreme’s own Boy Banned that night at Onyx in Vauxhall. Obviously I accepted. I was very excited to see these boys in a new setting and I was not disappointed. They were greeted with cheers and topless men dancing away. Great performance!
Here is a quick clip from the performance for you to drool over.
Boy Banned at Onyx