It was also PRIDE day, and so walking from the theatre to catch out train home from Charing Cross we witnessed the aftermath. Not only have I never before seen so much rubbish strewn around, but the streets were also littered with drunks. I can only assume that an afternoon drinking excessively in boiling sunshine at Trafalgar square and with too little water taken on board had been too much for many people. Watching people reeling along, swaying and tripping over the smallest item, it was as if the Shakespearian characters had followed us home!
How nice to wake up with a completely clear and fresh head this morning and not to be suffering some dreadful aftermath as thousands of those we saw last night must be. Thank goodness I can now enjoy watching drunkenness being portrayed and not myself feeling the need to imbibe.