Tuesday, 11 September 2007


I had a rather busy day today; something I am certainly not used to any more.

I rolled out of bed at 8, had a quick shower and put a suit on, then walked round the block to the Imperial War Museum. I was there as chair of the LGBT Network to attend the Peace Breakfast organised by the Southwark Multi-faith Forum and the Volunteers Centres Southwark to mark the anniversary of 9/11. There were of gay and lesbian people with me and we spread ourselves as much as we could. We didn't really know how we would be received as we had to more or less beg for an open invite to the event. It all went very well and we hope that this is the start of something important.

The Deputy Borough Commander, the Mayor and the rabbi from the South London Liberal Synagogue spoke, awards were given, we ate and had facilitated "discussions". All very civilised and friendly. What was perhaps the most surprising was the the rabbi, during his speech mentioned his involvement with Jews Against the Clause, when he and other prominent (and straight) members of the Jewish community got together to protest against what was to become the infamous Section 28.

He also used a quote from a poem by Pastor Martin Niemöller, which I had just been googling on Sunday after seeing a version of it on placards in footages of some 1970's San Fransisco Pride in the documentary Word is Out.

The event finished just after 11. I had then planned to go and do my food shopping but we had been given free tickets to the Camouflage exhibition at the Museum so I had a kick turn of it. Thankfully it is not very big. I then went home to quickly write a post for the LGBT History Month blog which I had promised for today.

I was supposed to meet Slightly at 1pm to take to bus to North London for a business meeting. Thankfully he was running late and give me 30 min respite which allowed me to do what I had to.

The meeting lasting till about 5 by which time I took the tube (something I haven't done for quite a long time, I tend to either take the bus or walk, these days) to Waterloo in tow of Slightly and boyfriend's. The pair is apparently addicted to Krispy Kreme dough-nuts (the regularity of their visits to such establishments certainly support this affirmation) and today was my day for a first taste of the things, so they had decided.

As we were queuing, a woman suddenly taped on my shoulder asking is this was mine. This was a fiver. I didn't have the presence of mine to say that it was (it wasn't) and she happily went to catch her train home.

I had a Vanilla Cake. The pastry was very light and fluffy but I am still wondering about the name of the damn thing as it had the blandness of taste my (limited) experience tells doughnuts always have. I couldn't really taste any vanilla.

We then walked to the South Bank and along the river to London Bridge Station. From there I walked home by the back streets and so my day ended.

Tomorrow should be much quieter.

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