Why did they turn the West End Christmas lights on in early November? I love sparkly stuff as much as the next person (assuming the next person loves sparkly stuff) but I can’t bring myself to think about Christmas before Guy Fawkes night. Anyway, now we are within spitting distance of December and Dickon is singing ‘Away in the Manger’ to himself on a daily basis, I thought it was about time that I went to have a look before we work out bus routes and wee stops and take the children. That and we had a babysitter booked to go and see Bright Star, only to find out that it’s not on anywhere closer than Croydon.
First up was Oxford Street, which was too boring to photograph. I’m a Disney lover (see title of blog), but even I couldn’t get excited about the unimaginative adverts for A Christmas Carol. Plus, I can’t believe that film is going to better The Muppets Christmas Carol, so why bother?
Regent Street was tasteful but rather dull (see above), with huge stars created with thousands of tiny lights suspended above the street. You could only tell they were stars as you stood right underneath them, as you looked up the street they looked rather like twinkly dust sheets suspended between the buildings. I still miss the beautiful, glowing, colour-changing, giant baubles they had a couple of years ago.
Carnaby Street was the most imaginative, but I could see that they might be a bit like Marmite – love ’em or hate ’em. They’ve gone for a 1970’s theme with giant inflatable pink cartoony reindeer and huge suspended ballons with the words, Love, Peace, and Joy emblazoned on them in swirly, brightly coloured lettering. The ones on the side streets looked magical, floating in the darkness above London’s landmarks.
Whatever I, or any other adult thinks about London’s Christmas lights, I know the children will love them.