Showing posts with label Notting Hill carnival. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Notting Hill carnival. Show all posts
Sunday 13 October 2013
Notting Hill Carnival in Dub
The last of the films from my sabbatical visit to London. Notting Hill Carnival in glorious black and white .. which just about says it all!
Wednesday 4 September 2013
Boom-box and ting ....
Dear Sheddists,
I arrive in the City late afternoon of Bank-holiday Monday, just in time to catch the conclusion of Notting Hill Carnival. A quick check-in at the Halls of Residence I've booked for the duration of my course and then straight across London in a packed tube-carriage. I exit the station to join a joyous stream of humanity in search of the muffled boom-boxes playing just a little way ahead. It's carnival time!
I pause en route at a Notting Hill newsagents and stock up with some much needed liquid-refreshment to replenish my fluid levels, plumping for a health restoring can or two of chilled Red Stripe. Suitably revitalised I dive off again into the stream and join the Carnival procession.
Two and a half hours later I re-emerge from the throng, Red Stripe consumed along with a generous portion of jerk chicken. What an experience! Vibrant colours, throbbing Carnival ragga and more booty than you could shake a leg to. A great start to my week in the City.
best regards,
electrofried(mr)
I arrive in the City late afternoon of Bank-holiday Monday, just in time to catch the conclusion of Notting Hill Carnival. A quick check-in at the Halls of Residence I've booked for the duration of my course and then straight across London in a packed tube-carriage. I exit the station to join a joyous stream of humanity in search of the muffled boom-boxes playing just a little way ahead. It's carnival time!
I pause en route at a Notting Hill newsagents and stock up with some much needed liquid-refreshment to replenish my fluid levels, plumping for a health restoring can or two of chilled Red Stripe. Suitably revitalised I dive off again into the stream and join the Carnival procession.
Two and a half hours later I re-emerge from the throng, Red Stripe consumed along with a generous portion of jerk chicken. What an experience! Vibrant colours, throbbing Carnival ragga and more booty than you could shake a leg to. A great start to my week in the City.
best regards,
electrofried(mr)
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