Last weekend was Gay Pride in Stockholm. I went along to watch with my friend Stoffe. His girlfiend Madde was volunteering and we saw her marching along in her customised t-shirt. No boring over-large white branded affair for her. Oh no. She ripped off the sleeves, cut the neck and made a pleasant Pocahontas fringe effect along the bottom.

It was an incredible turn-out and brilliantly organised. All sorts of people took part in the parade - old, young, friends-of, relatives-of, gay, lesbian, straight, trans-gender, bisexual, transvestite, confused, and one and on and on.

RuPaul [is he still going? Yawn] was on stage but for me, the big hit of the party afterwards was - SHOCK! - Banarama! They were triffic. Well, the two who make up Bananarama these days: Keren and Sarah. Yes, they must be in their 40s, but yes they looked like they were having fun. And EVERYONE knew the words. To everything. God, it was comedy.