There's nowt like twelve hours kip to revive the mind and body. Up and at 'em on Gay Pride day in NYC. We breakfasted at Moonstruck diner then ambled down 9th Ave at a snails pace because of the heat. This doggy spa and day care centre distracted us for half an hour as we watched the guests playfight on their leather sofas. Then we bumped into Lenny Kravitz as he sat on the kerb chatting with some pals waiting for equipment to be unloaded from a van. Into Greenwhich Village to rendevous with Joe and Terrence and watch the parade. The crowds were growing and good viewing places were drying up fast. We got to the agreed meeting point on time and then began saying "look, there's Joe" to each other. Darren accused me of pointing out every gay republican lawyer whenever I thought I saw Joe (I bet that flatters him. Not!). Joe and Terrence turned up fashionably late with a bunch of 'glamour boys' (you'll have to read the 'Terrence' stories to understand the significance of this). We were all introduced and then Hillary Clinton marched past. Joe and Terrence were great company. Joe was down to earth, funny and scarily on the same wavelength as me on so many issues. Terrence was suitably fabulous, witty and dripping with tales of fashion extravagance. The glamour boys melted into the crowds leaving only us four watching the parade in the baking sunshine but then Terrence insisted we slum it in a pizza parlour round the corner that he'd passed-out in the night before (and spilled melted cheese on his Balenciaga outfit). We kept quiet that we treated pizza as haute cuisine and readily agreed. Famous Rays was riddled with cops when we got there but we squeezed in beside them and ate gorgeous slices of spinach pizza.
The parade was still parading when we left Rays but we battled our way over to the river where we strolled with 30,000 black lesbians from New Jersey up to the Chelsea Piers. Joe and Terrence were going dancing (in that heat!) so we escorted them through the meatpacking district where the smell of poppers from the nearby disco on the pier became too much for Terrence and he ran off to find a different kind of 'slice' for the evening.
It's always nerve racking meeting someone you've only corresponded with on a PC but Joe and Terrence were fantastic company and hopefully we will see them again soon.

Joe. Terrence, Darren and Joe. Terrence is amused at flag wavers (click to enlarge)

Went to mow a meadow. Terrence points out a foxy spelling mistake. One legged Pucci tights are so in this year. (click to enlarge)

We went to the flix in the evening to see Batman Begins and it was most excellent. Apple pie a la mode at a diner near our hotel was our supper then we saw the Pride fireworks explode over the Hudson river. A cracking day out!