A week or so ago I was working, with a colleague at the Leicester Pride Festival, ensuring that the noise, I mean music, from the stage, was not likely to cause complaint from the local residents, who have to endure a few festivals on this particular park each summer. Of necessity we were “patrolling” the park boundary, and so I missed the exotically dressed characters in the parade, but at dusk we walked back to the stage past the funfair which provided this photo opportunity, as we picked our way through various prostrate couples lying together on the ground. No, it wasn’t what you think. A day of drinking in the sun had proved a bit too much for some of the younger festival-goers.
