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pyoor_excuseI'm tired.
So, I went to Pride, and stewarded. This was, as it was suggested, "fun". It was, indeed, enormously good fun, despite getting rained on, being alternately cold then sunburned, having my feet, ankles, shins, thighs, back and so many other muscles hurt like hell, having to deal with humans who are unable to grasp the concept that stairs are for walking up and down and not, in fact for sort of meandering about on aimlessly then getting in the way of everyone else on.
It sounds like I had a lousy, sucky time, but no! I actually really really enjoyed myself and will probably get myself involved in some way next year. Of course I am now physically a complete wreck, having spent from been up from 5:30 to 23:45ish, friday and saturday, and from 09:00 on sunday 'til 8:00 on monday (with an hour long break for sleeping from 17:00 sunday), and then from 11:00 monday until currently 23:00 monday.
I do however ache, a lot. And should probably be in bed....
If you're wondering about who I stewarded, I was stewarding the Tank Girls so look at the shots of the Tank Girls / Gingerbeer and you'll maybe see me stewarding (actually, I *know* I'm in one of the shots!). Anyway, yeah, so I had a really good time. Although I got very damp.
And they took away my nice HiVis jacket at the end of the day, which was a bummer 'cos I wanted one to have for my bike/car - and one with "PrideLondon" on the back would be more interesting than just a plain one. I got to keep my nice "Steward" teeshirt though.
And the BigGayOut in the park? That was cool too, I'm sorry to admit it, but I quite wanted to see the Sugarbabes and enjoyed watching them on stage :-) Frustratingly, knowing that I was and am flat broke (I actually have a few quid, in total, in my bank account and am *praying* that I get paid this week. But I probably won't, which is a bugger. Despite me working my arse off last night (yes, I worked a night, then a late) I don't think the pay will hit my account in time to allow me to pay my credit card bill. I've managed to pay everything else. I guess I can transfer 60 quid to it, but.... well.... Mmmm. Scared.
This has of course, lead to me being all the more shattered today.
Instead of feeling better.
Oh, and I've tried different allergy stuff, and it seems to maybe work a bit better.
Yeah. Enough.
So, I went to Pride, and stewarded. This was, as it was suggested, "fun". It was, indeed, enormously good fun, despite getting rained on, being alternately cold then sunburned, having my feet, ankles, shins, thighs, back and so many other muscles hurt like hell, having to deal with humans who are unable to grasp the concept that stairs are for walking up and down and not, in fact for sort of meandering about on aimlessly then getting in the way of everyone else on.
It sounds like I had a lousy, sucky time, but no! I actually really really enjoyed myself and will probably get myself involved in some way next year. Of course I am now physically a complete wreck, having spent from been up from 5:30 to 23:45ish, friday and saturday, and from 09:00 on sunday 'til 8:00 on monday (with an hour long break for sleeping from 17:00 sunday), and then from 11:00 monday until currently 23:00 monday.
I do however ache, a lot. And should probably be in bed....
If you're wondering about who I stewarded, I was stewarding the Tank Girls so look at the shots of the Tank Girls / Gingerbeer and you'll maybe see me stewarding (actually, I *know* I'm in one of the shots!). Anyway, yeah, so I had a really good time. Although I got very damp.
And they took away my nice HiVis jacket at the end of the day, which was a bummer 'cos I wanted one to have for my bike/car - and one with "PrideLondon" on the back would be more interesting than just a plain one. I got to keep my nice "Steward" teeshirt though.
And the BigGayOut in the park? That was cool too, I'm sorry to admit it, but I quite wanted to see the Sugarbabes and enjoyed watching them on stage :-) Frustratingly, knowing that I was and am flat broke (I actually have a few quid, in total, in my bank account and am *praying* that I get paid this week. But I probably won't, which is a bugger. Despite me working my arse off last night (yes, I worked a night, then a late) I don't think the pay will hit my account in time to allow me to pay my credit card bill. I've managed to pay everything else. I guess I can transfer 60 quid to it, but.... well.... Mmmm. Scared.
This has of course, lead to me being all the more shattered today.
Instead of feeling better.
Oh, and I've tried different allergy stuff, and it seems to maybe work a bit better.
Yeah. Enough.
