I had the joy of going down to Brighton Pride this summer with my posse of parrot ladies.
Who could not love a street party full of glitter, thriving, hip-popping dancing, bright colours and ridiculously amazing costumes? It's basically my idea of paradise. We danced our way around Brighton in my parrot and cocktail headpieces as well as donning one or two glowing neon flamingo necklaces, which worked an absolute treat come night-time.
We managed to find an abandoned hula hoop on our travels and claimed it as our own, throwing some dance mad shapes with it as we went, and getting many-a-person in passing crowds involved. Of course we got mistaken for some kind of acrobatic dance troop for most of the day which is ALWAYS a good result.