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.