Everything seems to happen at the same time around this time of year. Last year saw Live8 and London Pride and Olympic celebrations (and a terrorist outrage) in the space of a few days. This year we get to host Europride and everyone else will be off to the pubs to watch England battle Portugal for a place in the World Cup semi-finals.
What am I doing? I'm getting ready to witness a friend become Deaconated at St Paul's Cathedral. Maybe after me and the SO will manage some Europride partying - if we can dodge the clutches of the GodSquad.
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