An emotional, inspiring, thoughtful and memorable evening spent in a packed to capacity Old Compton Street, every kind from City gents and a lady in a coat that probably cost more than a house to punks, and bkiers. All gay? Who knows, no-one asked.
No names, lots of tears, lots of hugs.
I feel proud and honoured to have been a part of it - a memory that will, for all there I hope, last at least as long as the pain.
Looking forward to Trafalgar Square June 25.