I only worked the gay festival twice since it started and hopefully I'll never have to go out again to look for the pink pound, it's nuttin but slop with weirdos in drag and having to try clean up glitter and feathers during the night drove me mad.
And worser again you have the freaks telling you they like cock shoved up their holes as if it's something to be proud of, it would make you vomit.
Why do they have to tell you that they are gay ? A blind man on a galloping horse would spot them straight away.... Fucking spastics the lot of them.
Rant over