What happens is that girls go with their gay brothers to pride parties like ones in Soho and Brighton and have a great time. And they tell their straight friends "it's brilliant, because it's like a funfair for adults."
But all the straight boys don't really wanna go to gay pride parties because they would be set upon by greedy homosexuals. So what they do is have the pride party but without the gays.
Which is what South West Four is.
Thousands of people get together on Clapham Common, there are tents and dancing and everyone has a fabulous day and all the boys can take their shirts off and hug all the other boys while the girls sit on the grass and drink beer.
It is gay pride for straight people.
There were around 10 of us in The A-Team, me being the only bender and we were mostly in the trance tent.
Someone had a silly cow balloon that they loved but didn't hold onto it properly and the poor moo floated all the way up to the ceiling.
And although I was with mostly South Africans, I was NOT with the people who were waving the bloody flag.
And I guess here's one more for the road...
What an utter God.
And what a day - I can't wait for next year.