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Showing posts with label england. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 2 May 2012
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Wednesday, 4 April 2012
World Pride 2012: All eyes on London
Contribution from Jon Fairbanks a Gay Travel Team member at www.gaytravel.com
The videos are my experience of London Pride as a proud British gay bloke.
All opinions below are of Jon Fairbanks:
Parade Day is
July 7th, at the end of WorldPride. This year the route will start
on Baker Street and will run more than a half mile longer than usual, covering
more of London’s iconic landmarks including Piccadilly Circus, where a Pride
Rally will take place. Several of the UK’s brightest stars are scheduled to
appear on the main stage in Trafalgar Square, including X Factor
finalist Lloyd Daniels and pop-punk band Twenty Twenty. In addition to the
musical acts, there will also be comedy shows and dancers. In Soho, partygoers
will converge at the dance stage where they’ll be entertained by London’s
hottest DJs. If you’re in the right place at the right time, you might find
yourself hobnobbing with Sir Elton John, Sir Ian McKellen or another A-lister
who’s been known to attend London Pride.
For gents who
dig leather and fetish clubs, you’ll want to head to Vauxhall, a neighborhood
south of the river. Crash is the hottest venue in the area on Saturday nights,
Instinct is also a great spot if you love house and techno music. Horse Meat
Disco/The Eagle London attracts a variety of gay patrons from bears to twinks.
The bottom line, during pride, every visitor will find a bar or club to fit
their individual preference.
Getting around
London is incredibly easy thanks to the city’s great public transportation
system. For less than £5 you can buy a daily travel card which gives you access to the
London Underground (the tube) and buses. Route maps are also available at
several locations throughout the city, so you should have little trouble
getting from point A to point B.
The videos are my experience of London Pride as a proud British gay bloke.
All opinions below are of Jon Fairbanks:
Seriously, how
gay can London get in 2012? If the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee isn’t queer enough,
“The Old Smoke” is also playing host to WorldPride in June.
WorldPride,
created by InterPride, is a popular celebration of all things LGBTQ that
attracts revelers from … yes … around the world. This is the third installment
of WorldPride, the previous celebrations took place in Rome and Jerusalem.
While the past
events drew hundreds of thousands of visitors, organizers anticipate more than
one million people will flock to London to take part in the festivities thanks
to the upcoming 2012 Olympic and Paralympic Games. What’s on tap for this
year’s WorldPride? Theatre shows, debates, poetry readings and other events are
planned but let’s get real, it’s all about the parade and parties.
Parade Day is
July 7th, at the end of WorldPride. This year the route will start
on Baker Street and will run more than a half mile longer than usual, covering
more of London’s iconic landmarks including Piccadilly Circus, where a Pride
Rally will take place. Several of the UK’s brightest stars are scheduled to
appear on the main stage in Trafalgar Square, including X Factor
finalist Lloyd Daniels and pop-punk band Twenty Twenty. In addition to the
musical acts, there will also be comedy shows and dancers. In Soho, partygoers
will converge at the dance stage where they’ll be entertained by London’s
hottest DJs. If you’re in the right place at the right time, you might find
yourself hobnobbing with Sir Elton John, Sir Ian McKellen or another A-lister
who’s been known to attend London Pride.
Most of the
action takes place in the heart of Soho, London’s gayborhood. The yellow brick
road? Old Compton Street. A street lined with the city’s most popular gay bars,
pubs, sex shops and restaurants. When you see the rainbow flags and cruisy
blokes, you’ll know you’re home. The most popular venues in the West End
include the spacious and stylish Ku Bar, G-A-Y Bar and The King’s Arms,
catering to bears and the cubs who love them. Soho will also be closed to
traffic on the day of the parade and many of the clubs will be open until 4am.
For gents who
dig leather and fetish clubs, you’ll want to head to Vauxhall, a neighborhood
south of the river. Crash is the hottest venue in the area on Saturday nights,
Instinct is also a great spot if you love house and techno music. Horse Meat
Disco/The Eagle London attracts a variety of gay patrons from bears to twinks.
The bottom line, during pride, every visitor will find a bar or club to fit
their individual preference.
Getting around
London is incredibly easy thanks to the city’s great public transportation
system. For less than £5 you can buy a daily travel card which gives you access to the
London Underground (the tube) and buses. Route maps are also available at
several locations throughout the city, so you should have little trouble
getting from point A to point B.
Several high-profile
companies are helping to underwrite this year’s festivities, including
Smirnoff, Coca-Cola and Tesco, the UK’s largest private employer. Recently,
some LGBT activists, including Hannah Dee, have criticized London Pride and its
organizers for becoming a corporate sponsored event more interested in
generating a profit than celebrating the achievements of the gay and lesbian
community.
Despite the criticism, London Pride is still a great fundraiser for
organizations that benefit LGBT organizations. This year Kaleidoscope Trust was
selected as the official charity partner. Kaleidoscope International Diversity
Trust is a nonprofit organization that campaigns for equality for gays and
lesbians people around the world. For socially-minded Marys and ‘mos who want a
break from the pride debauchery, there will also be a conference on gay rights
featuring several renowned speakers.
England isn’t
known for its great weather, but the summer months can be beautiful. Luckily,
WorldPride happens at the beginning of the summer, giving visitors the
opportunity to enjoy the local landscape. London’s premier gay cruising area is
located in the northwest part of the city in an area called Hampstead Heath
Ponds. It’s no South Beach, but it’s great if you want to check out some hot
locals and out of towners and get a respite from the hustle and bustle of the
city. There’s a men’s bathing pond located here which gained worldwide
notoriety when singer George Michael was photographed here. If you don’t have a
number one hit song, chances are you can fly under the radar.
2012 marks the
40th anniversary of the first London gay pride parade and this
year’s event promises to be biggest yet. So if you’ve never had the opportunity
to explore this sophisticated, thriving metropolis, now’s the time check out
the city where you are encouraged to live like a Queen.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
France - a week to learn French, Video
I knew my summer holiday was going to be different the moment I made the decision not to follow my partner for a 10 day jungle break in Venezuela but to spend a week with friends in the South of France. It was time to learn french, delve into the language, culture and people - exploring the country in another language.
I headed to Draigignon, flying London City Airport - Toulons - friends picked me up for the one-hour journey to the 1,000 year old historic town in the countryside just in from the coast of Frejus and Saint Rapheal. Arriving on the Sunday afternoon we headed for a beach picnic with several other accomplishes.
The sun set; the sea a warm 26 degrees and the sand still emitting the heat of the day's 37 degree sun rays. Volley ball, swimming with beer, salad and cheese was like being in paradise.
The Monday was the start of my french. My teacher Anne persuaded me to start early, 9am and I had to be ready and raring to go. It was time to put 18 months of basic learning to the test and take this ability one step further - question and sentence forming. Throwing in various verb conjugations, vocabulary caused peculiar sounds to come from my lips creating a somewhat furrowed brow on Anne's fore-head.
I was speaking Franglais! The 90-minute lesson vanished and I was soon back at the flat bashing new words around my head. My hosts, two wonderful ladies, took me shopping and to the beach - it was time to tune into the sound of french. We basked in the sun before heading home for a workout (where I nearly killed them) followed by dinner.
Tuesday - I was more determined. Learning another language is hard especially when being me - I love to talk and discuss. It was the day to start digesting vocabulary and using sentence formations; new challenges of past and future started fooling my brain.
10.30am - and I headed to catch the bus to Frejus to bask in the sun again. I ordered a salad, asked for change and listened to my Learn French by podcast - words were starting to emerge from the noises and I was actually beginning to 'get' what they were saying.
That evening was pizza and french film night. So we indulged in light-comedy washing it down with some local wine.
Wednesday's class was pretty similar to the day before, yet that evening I was taken to some friends for a BBQ, there I was at a dinner table with 12 non-English speaking french. All fine, I can do this! Suddenly words were sprawling from my mouth, maybe slow and considered and well slightly off-key but a new confidence welled inside me.
Thursday I left the class grasping sheets and sheets of new vocabulary. It was as though my personal trainer was trying to beat that extra scoop of ice cream from my body - giving those brain cells a bit more muscle. That day I spent in town and decided to do some shopping; I bought some vegetables from the market, chatted to the manager of the shoe shop and negotiated a deal with the man in the sunglasses shop. That evening, we took Anne for dinner in the Port of Frejus before calling the extensive day's learning to an end.
I was learning a lot about life in a town in the warmth of the South french countryside. This was not London and certainly not England. Friday I challenged myself to ask for a haircut, and 15 minutes later I was left with the barnet of my choice! (Though it could have gone horribly wrong).
Saturday I headed to Paris to meet Francois and head to Evron in the West of France. Deep in the countryside this little farming town is a place I have visited three other times. Introduced to 40th birthday celebrations with 150 french all in exuberent moods - well I struggled, further the accent is somewhat different...hmmmm - challenge number 2!
We danced til daylight before collapsing back at the farm in a deep sleep.
I headed to Draigignon, flying London City Airport - Toulons - friends picked me up for the one-hour journey to the 1,000 year old historic town in the countryside just in from the coast of Frejus and Saint Rapheal. Arriving on the Sunday afternoon we headed for a beach picnic with several other accomplishes.
The sun set; the sea a warm 26 degrees and the sand still emitting the heat of the day's 37 degree sun rays. Volley ball, swimming with beer, salad and cheese was like being in paradise.
The Monday was the start of my french. My teacher Anne persuaded me to start early, 9am and I had to be ready and raring to go. It was time to put 18 months of basic learning to the test and take this ability one step further - question and sentence forming. Throwing in various verb conjugations, vocabulary caused peculiar sounds to come from my lips creating a somewhat furrowed brow on Anne's fore-head.
I was speaking Franglais! The 90-minute lesson vanished and I was soon back at the flat bashing new words around my head. My hosts, two wonderful ladies, took me shopping and to the beach - it was time to tune into the sound of french. We basked in the sun before heading home for a workout (where I nearly killed them) followed by dinner.
Tuesday - I was more determined. Learning another language is hard especially when being me - I love to talk and discuss. It was the day to start digesting vocabulary and using sentence formations; new challenges of past and future started fooling my brain.
10.30am - and I headed to catch the bus to Frejus to bask in the sun again. I ordered a salad, asked for change and listened to my Learn French by podcast - words were starting to emerge from the noises and I was actually beginning to 'get' what they were saying.
That evening was pizza and french film night. So we indulged in light-comedy washing it down with some local wine.
Wednesday's class was pretty similar to the day before, yet that evening I was taken to some friends for a BBQ, there I was at a dinner table with 12 non-English speaking french. All fine, I can do this! Suddenly words were sprawling from my mouth, maybe slow and considered and well slightly off-key but a new confidence welled inside me.
Thursday I left the class grasping sheets and sheets of new vocabulary. It was as though my personal trainer was trying to beat that extra scoop of ice cream from my body - giving those brain cells a bit more muscle. That day I spent in town and decided to do some shopping; I bought some vegetables from the market, chatted to the manager of the shoe shop and negotiated a deal with the man in the sunglasses shop. That evening, we took Anne for dinner in the Port of Frejus before calling the extensive day's learning to an end.
I was learning a lot about life in a town in the warmth of the South french countryside. This was not London and certainly not England. Friday I challenged myself to ask for a haircut, and 15 minutes later I was left with the barnet of my choice! (Though it could have gone horribly wrong).
Saturday I headed to Paris to meet Francois and head to Evron in the West of France. Deep in the countryside this little farming town is a place I have visited three other times. Introduced to 40th birthday celebrations with 150 french all in exuberent moods - well I struggled, further the accent is somewhat different...hmmmm - challenge number 2!
We danced til daylight before collapsing back at the farm in a deep sleep.
France - yet to return!
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