Ooh Matron! The Emergency Services do a wonderful job at Pride every year - providing succour to the middle-aged men having an ecstasy-induced spack-out in the middle of the Wildfruit tent, doling out morning-after pills to the girls who pissed in the wrong place in the bushes and playing fast and loose with the turkey baster in the Lesbian Tea Tent. I snapped these three angels of mercy as they took five minutes off from their duties to savour the sights of the festival. Bless them, they knew exactly who I was (ihink they must be on Flickr!), asked for my autograph and wanted to know if I'd come and visit them at the Geriatric Ward at the County Hospital some time soon. How could I refuse? I was pilled up to the eyeballs and wouldn't have been able to say no whatever you asked me. God bless Nurses, they even said they'd give me one of their uniforms - I do love a bit of starch against my skin. ;)