I am so proud to be from this incredible, diverse, free city. Nothing shows Brighton in it’s true (rainbow glittery) colours as the yearly Pride festival. I have been rubbish the past couple of years due to summer school exhaustion (excuses, excuses) but this year it was embraced in full force!
A massive thank you to Janine Basil who created my beautiful headband and helped me to get it on time when I ordered it too late!
This year was the 25th anniversary of Brighton Pride and the whole city seemed to be involved. The first Pride parade in Brighton was in 1973 but it wasn’t until 1991 that it became the festival it is known as now. You can find out more here: History
Jezz, myself and our friend Rob planned to start the days festivities with the parade at Hove Lawns. However, in usual tardy style we didn’t get up until 10.00 am, drank coffee, took ALONG time to get out the house and had accepted the fact that we had missed the parade.
We decided to wander down to Hove Lawns and slowly make our way over to Preston Park where the party was. Upon our arrival all of the pride floats were at Hove Lawns, unbeknownst to us there had been a bomb scare
that had delayed the parade, and had worked perfectly for us because the parade literally started as soon as we arrived!
We followed the parade all the way through Brighton over to London Road where we met up with our friends, and danced in the street, watching the parade and cheering everyone as they passed. Everyone seemed to be having a brilliant time with huge smiles on their faces.
Once the parade had finished we went to Preston park to start the real party! It was fantastic, we drank, we danced, everyone was having a fantastic time. It seemed to be over far too quickly. I want to go back and do it all again.
My friend described the atmosphere as “electric” and it really was. It seemed the whole of Brighton had come out to celebrate and was having an amazing time. Brighton you did yourself proud. I cannot WAIT for next year!