Posted By Daisy
LAST WEEKEND, I put on a red dress, stuffed a Santa suit into my bag and headed into town to meet my friends for Santacon. Initially, I couldn’t understand what it was all about. I asked them if we needed tickets, or was there an official start time? 'All in good time, my friend, all in good time,' they said.
We fought the Oxford St crowds and found Santacon in full flow near the tube station. Where I discovered that Santacon is a few thousand people dressed up as Santa all gathering to drink and smoke on the street.
|Everyone on this wall was singing a call-and-response - ‘What do we want?’ ‘CHRISTMAS!’ |
‘When do we want it?’ ‘NOW!’
We weren't ready to join the melee. So we decided to have a quick drink across the street in the Langham Hotel. But the doorman spotted us as we walked fast past him, and told us (with the slightest twinkle) about his ‘No Santa Suits’ dress code.
If you can’t beat them, join them, we said. And promptly bought drinks and mixers in a nearby shop.
It was so much fun. We were hugged by random Santa’s as they ran past. If a lone elf passed, everyone shouted ‘Elf, Elf, Elf’ and threw Brussels sprouts at them. The ground was littered with them.
On the last tube home, people sang and made eye contact, and the station master put on a funny voice for his announcements in Leicester Square.
London is great at Christmas, but I can’t wait to go home to Cork tomorrow for the first time in four months.
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