Gutted to miss last year’s Glitterball thanks to the merciless weather, to say I was excited for this year’s event is an understatement. That said, I couldn’t help but be a little skeptical: at £35 a ticket (a £5 increase on previous years) it’s difficult to say that it’s the most inclusive price-wise, and I was worried that aside from the glitter, there might not have been much tangible difference to the typical overly pricey St Andrews event. That said, Glitterball is something I’ve been looking forward to since I first got here 2 years ago, and the night of talent, creativity, and inclusivity that I was met with on Saturday was more than worth the money and completely melted my cynical, icy heart.
Remember the dark day in 2016 when Glitterball had no glitter? Well, that wasn’t a problem this year. I am still blinking glitter out of my eyeballs and it’s been two days.
Drag Walk is one of my favourite St Andrews events. It’s a time for the Barbour jackets and white converses to be safely tucked away, and for the lingerie, fur jackets and fishnets to finally see the glaring lights of 601, with all proceeds going to Scottish Trans Alliance. From the the electric pink fairy covered in glitter flitting around all evening, to the two girls who had decided to shackle themselves together at the neck, I couldn’t help but feel entirely underdressed and miserable that I hadn’t put in the effort.