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Take a band that Emma loves very much. Dress them in Venetian carnival finery, peacock-feather masks and red satin capes and tailcoats and glitter. Put them on stage to play a cracking set, pianist and vocalist especially on form, so much that Emma starts to fangirl individual members of the band in a way she never has before.

Have them finish the cracking set amidst much strobe-lighting and glam guitar-posturing and "Girl Anachronism" rhythms and "Aladdin Sane" piano.

See Emma. See Emma scream and scream and scream.

Then have half the band - the beautiful half, the oh-so-talented pianist and the swaggering lead singer - return for an encore.

Have that encore be the Leonard Cohen song, "Chelsea Hotel No.2".

See Emma. See Emma have no hyperbole left that does this justice.

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Oh yes, LGBT Pride, ten out of ten there.

"Official stewards who were running the toilets at Trafalgar Square announced that I, and any other transgender or transsexual woman, had to use the disabled toilets and was not allowed to use the regular women's toilets. I pointed out to the stewards that I transitioned and had surgery before they were born; I was more polite than a polite thing. No dice."

Really. 2008. I'm not even sure where to start with this. Read Kira Cochrane being Right about Stuff over at the Guardian. Why is she the only one saying it in the mainstream media?

I think that the political apathy has finally paid off, guys. We're about to get a great swing right-wing and if we don't watch ourselves we're on the verge of losing everything we've gained in the last forty years of blood and sweat and activism.

And Collins will recount his exploits as an Anarchist - including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment to self-destruct as it broadcasts the words:
"Actual Reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS!"