Madness might be a particularly difficult term for the gay community because up until 1969 that's what being gay was: a mental health disorder. Alan Turing was chemically castrated for cottaging, Lou Reed was given electro-shock therapy for bisexual tendencies. Weird and wacky 'pray the gay away' courses still preach the same warped thoughts.
Speaker after speaker last Saturday warned of an Islamist agenda of stealthy, creeping, subtle Sharification. This involves sustained attempts by Islamists to pressure public institutions, in the name of religious freedom and multiculturalism, to make special allowances for their reactionary sectarian clerical values.
London might be a shimmering black hole swallowing your money, but it's also one of the greatest cities in the world for performers and creative people right now. When we put out our call for performers we got old hands and fresh faces; bar boys, burlesque dancers, transsexual poets, DJs; a rich and vibrant cross-section of the LGBT+ scene who wanted to make their voice heard.
My latest experience of one concluded in me quaffing several tequila shots too many and projecting them at great volume into the nearest toilet bowl. Why did I do such a thing to myself, you ask? Well it wasn't because the booze was cheap - is it ever? - and it certainly wasn't due to any sort of fondness for tequila.