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The Westboro Bapist Church aren’t really known for their musical talents, like me you probably only know them as that ‘God Hates Fags’ cult, who love waving around shoddily designed signs at wholly inappropriate times. Well about to have your mind blown as the Church we all love to hate goes all musical on your sin-sodden ass.

Usually around this time I’m feverishly writing down my woes on all things Gay Pride. It wouldn’t be uncommon for me to write something like; all pride is about these days are aging twinks off their nut, clambering over skips and phone boxes to catch a glimpse of more aging queens farting about down the middle of the road on fucking roller blades. I may have also written such bold statements as; Pride has no relevance these days and has been turned into a commercial shambles. Or simply; Pride is fucking shit. But this year we actually do have some rather large victories in the fight for equality that we should actually be proud of!

No I’m not talking about the bears you often see on their knees down the alleyways of Soho and Vauxhall. We are talking actual Grizzly Bears. In the wild. Sucking each other off to completion. I honestly didn’t think we could top the gay penguin story but then along came (quite literally) the bears.

As my partner and I become more and more entwined within one another's lives I’ve noticed some rather large lifestyle changes. Long behind me are my hedonistic singleton years, boozing it up round Soho looking for a bit of tail to chase for the night. Gone are the days of me bitterly muttering some hate speech as I walk past a happy couple (I actually smile at them now) and while all these changes have had a positive effect on me it would seem that, out of the ashes of my single life, a new beast has arisen. And the beast be called Trust…Well actually no. He should really be called Lack of Trust but hey, you get the gist.

It’s very easy to jump on the UKIP hating bandwagon, especially when the party is led by such a smug, stinking arsehole like Nigel Farage. A man so slimy you could be mistaken for thinking he’d just gone a round in the gunge tank on Noels House Party. Or perhaps that one of his kids had ratted him out the gunge-happy Dave Benson Phillips for an episode of Get Your Own Back. It’s very easy indeed to hate UKIP when party members make homophobic comments such as: “Physical education could prevent homosexuality.” So in an attempt to derail the hate train, Farage allowed himself to be grilled on LBC radio, claiming ignorance to the comments made by his party.