Boxing Day Winter Wonderland
Christmas came and went in the blink of an eye. We decided against Winter Wonderland on the day itself due to the fact it was closed. Besides, I was far too busy figuring out how to turn the champagne cork Mart gave me into a chair. He said it was supposed to be good for the back, but it didn’t come with any instructions, so I’ve got no fucking clue what to do with it other than look at it. Sitting on it just hurts. Least if it had a cushioned top it would be better, or a piece of foam at the very least.
I gave him a matchbox for storage. Far more useful, apart from when he tried to see if the strike still worked and nearly set his toe on fire.
We ended up spending most of the day on the ledge in the end. Quite a quiet one, but all good. Then, on Boxing day, we hit Winter Wonderland. It was mental. So mental in fact that the only pic we managed to get was this one. A mate of Mart’s called Eddy took it.
A moody silhouette of the two of us against the Big Wheel:
Not bad considering Eddy had never used a camera before.
It was way too busy for us to cash in on any leftovers, so we headed back to town. Still, good to have seen it.
Now we’re trying to figure out what to do for New Year’s Eve. Trick is to stay as far away from Trafalgar Square as possible. Way too many out-of-towners for my liking. I know I broke the rule recently at the Carol Concert and quite enjoyed it, but once a month is enough. NYE on the Square normally gets quite messy too. Eddy and Mart want to throw a party. Based on their previous attempts, it could be a disaster. Watch this space.