Sunday 12th July … the alarm rings.
Shower, shave but no makeup.
Soon be time to head back home.
We have breakfast at the hotel.
David, I think the restaurant manager, asks us what we’ve been up to over the weekend.
He tells us about the Gay pride weekend in August and that last year Premier Inn was the first hotel in Manchester that organised a float for this.
We meet up with my daughter for a drink before driving back south.
I have a cup of tea at Tina’s place and meet Tina’s wife and the drive home to say hello to Sally.
Like many things in life, I think my memories of a place or an event are deeply affected by them people there.
And this is so of Sparkle 2009.
It was special because of people like my daughter. Tina. Jae. Paula. Cindy. The girls that said hello as we wandered along Canal Street. The girls at the New Union Hotel. Sam Tennant, the policeman from GMP and the community support officer that we met.
And all of this because of the efforts of the people that organised Sparkle (http://www.sparkle.org.uk/).
Thank you all.
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