Talking of carnivals, it's St Pauls carnival today. I walked through the edge of it and my ears are still ringing. (That might make me sound like a grumpy old git but I quite like the fact there's a carnival, it's just I don't personally have the ears for it.)
Talking of Pride flags, a family (mum, dad, teenage girl) on the train back from Bath were waving one. I think they were on their way back from London, and as they didn't get off in Brizzle, they must have been continuing to deepest Zummerzet (Weston or Taunton).