"And now, laydeez and gennulmen, heeeeeeere's GRAAAACE!" And there she was, prowling and growling. Striking ludicrous poses while wearing a series of ever-more ludicrous headgear. Seven songs, seven hats. Posed halfway up a flight of stairs, baring her impressive gnashers, challenging a wind machine to do its worst, she was the butchest thing at Purple In The Park.

The Skinny Boyfriend™ and I had a fab time. The weather was glorious - hot, with not one cloud troubling the blue sky. This was the only queens' celebration we were interested in. We wandered in and out of dance tents, sprawled on the grass, chatted to good friends, screamed at Grace, then went home and had a fab night together. A perfect start to a perfect Bank Holiday weekend.