I remember earlier mardi gras’. When it was a protest. There was people and confetti and condoms and stuff that was thrown from the floats. Some nights it rained. That didnt stop us in the slightest. And I remember them protesting us too. That didn’t stop us either.
I loved it. I felt a part of it. There was people. Lots of people. There was closeness. And hugs and kisses. It was Oxford Street and I was on the front row.
The smell of bodies, lots of bodies. Cigarettes. There were people smoking all the time. That smoke they have on stage, smoke machines.