Manchester Pride is one of the UK’s largest events of LGBT+ celebration and awareness, and this year I will share with you my four days and nights of activities and entertainment.
After a long Saturday, it was time to let our bodies recuperate in bed, which explains why we didn’t get back in to The Village until 3:30pm on Sunday afternoon.
After the drink in Via we decided to try Jasmine Restaurant for food, which was … erm … a bit of a mediocre affair. To be fair to them, they’d only opened for business a few days earlier, meaning Pride was their ultimate baptism of fire.
Then it was the well-trodden circuit of Velvet, One Canal Street, Napoleons*, The Goose, and New York New York.
(*Note to self and others: Since being taken over several months ago, Napoleons has become a shadow of its former self, with what was up to three floors for the LGBTQ+ community now reduced to barely one).
Nightcaps were had in On Bar. Julie and I chatted to a couple and their teenage son. As a young gay lad this was his first Pride, and he was clearly enjoying himself. Perhaps the innocence of youth – or more likely the alcohol – subdued his inhibitions enough for him to start asking questions about T-Girl’s “tucking”. I politely told him such conversations aren’t normally held in public bars, and encouraged him to research online.
After a long and enjoyable chat with all of them, it was time for Julie and I to head home.