Pride 2018 was a triumph. The grey clouds which greeted the occasion did nothing to dampen the party atmosphere of the parade through the city nor of the festival itself in the Dane John Gardens.
Edd Withers, Oliver Fawcett, the Fitter-Hardings and everyone else who helped organise it deserve huge amounts of credit for the monumental effort it takes to pull it off.
So what were the highlights for you of Canterbury Pride this year?
Was it city council leader Simon Cook’s pink shirt? Or was it the fact that Kent Police were there in number? Or that the Unite union had a stall?
“Hey, Gav, how was Canterbury Pride this year?”
“Unite, the United Kingdom and Ireland’s biggest trade union, was there. It was dope, man.”
Perhaps the highlight was Canterbury MP Rosie Duffield trotting out that tired and ghastly cliche that she was helping to “celebrate diversity”?
Such inane buzzwords – diversity, unity, humanity – are often attached to such events, not so much by the organisers themselves or those simply out to party, but by the assorted hangers-on who use such occasions to burnish their moral credentials.
You really don’t need such meaningless abstractions to describe Pride. You just need to go and see for yourself that it is a joyous eruption of colour and sound: an annual in-your-face riot of fun.
And that’s the real genius of Pride – that it’s fun. Edd and the others have brought Canterbury something unique and wonderful.
In just three short years, it now stands on the calendar as the city’s principle festival.
And with that, long may the fun continue…