So I found myself at Oxford Street to see the Christmas lights switched on. 

It was err…slightly more packed than I would have liked. In fairness Craig David was there, so  you’d expect to see many (many) 90’s kids flooding the place. 

Soon after a few words from the mayor, a brief and underwhelming glimpse of Craig David, and a flustered countdown, Oxford Street came to life.

This is where height has an advantage. 

After the anticlimax of the switch-on, there was a dangerous hurry to get the hell out of there. 

We stumbled out of the bemused crowd and searched for a coffee shop for Christmassy drinks. It was choc-a-bloc in there too, so I didn’t even attempt to take any photos. 

But we took our Toasted Marshmallow Hot Chocolate – yes, it was just as good as it sounds – down to Carnaby Street.  

A much quieter and smaller street which branched off into passages on either side; lit up with dangling, neon bulbs.

One of the side-passages led us to someplace wonderful. 

A place to sit. Cute, Pokemon bobble hats that cover your ears are optional. 


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