This weekend was Brighton Pride - the very bestest weekend of the year. Full of love and happiness, aided by a copious intake of booze, drugs and semen... Unless, that is, the whole bloody thing is kicked off with a HORRID, HEARTLESS BETRAYAL by one of your dearest friends. I was waiting for the parade to come past, when who should walk by, but beebo wallace, dressed up to the nines and strutting like a rooster with a poker up his jacksy. Not only had he failed to mention to me that he would be in town, but he completely ignored me when I called his name! No matter how hard I tried, he would not come. It's true what they say, you know, he really is a cunt. Never trust a Yank with a smooth tongue and a winning smile. :'(