It’s Christmas time. There’s no need to be afraid.
Unless you’re not feeling ‘Christmassy’ yet. Then you should be afraid. You should be very afraid.
Be prepared for your friends and family to remind you how close to Christmas it is and how ‘Christmassy’ you should be feeling right now.
You’ll get questions like “What is wrong with you?”, “Where’s your Christmas spirit?” and “Why are you not laughing histerically at my novelty Christmas jumper?”
Don’t worry. I’ve got 5 tried and tested things to do in London that will turn any Scrooge into… whatever the opposite of Scrooge is. (Scrooge at the end of A Christmas Carol when he’s in a really good mood and he buys Tim that goose.)
Here’s five Christmassy things to do in London:
I’m writing this blog post in a Pret A Manger (or as it’s called up north, Greggs).
I’m eagerly awaiting the shops to open so I can start my Christmas shopping. (Yes I’ve decided to do all my Christmas shopping two weeks before Christmas in one of the busiest cities in the world. Yes I am an idiot.)
It’s all part of the fun though isn’t it? Shopping in London at this time of year. Trying to navigate your way through herds of angry shoppers.
Here’s a tip for you, buy your wrapping paper first. (Preferably the big long rolls that are 10m, the heavy duty stuff.)
These can be used as a weapon.
Gently but firmly hit the people that won’t get of your way. This may seem against the holiday spirit – but once you’ve added a festive version of whack-a-mole to your Christmas shopping, you won’t regret it.
I recently tried to win a 2kg Toblerone at Winter Wonderland.
It’s the biggest Toblerone I’ve ever seen. It was one of the best things about going to Winter Wonderland. I didn’t know chocolate could be that big.
Yes the ice-bar was amazing. Sure the view from the top of the Ferris wheel was spectacular. But man did I want that Toblerone.
Fuelled on a mix of chocolate waffles and mulled wine, I threw money at this fairground game but, to my despair, came away empty handed.
I did however see a bloke win a 2kg Toblerone. He looked really happy.
Buy a real Christmas tree
This year we decided to buy a real Christmas tree. It smells amazing. I can’t stop smelling it.
Here’s the picture I posted of me carrying the tree through Greenwich Park:
Looks Christmassy right?
There’s a bit more to this photo. What isn’t captured here is my sweaty bright red face, the semi-serious argument with my wife about the best way to carry it and the bit when I nearly knocked a policeman’s helmet off.
Putting our decorations on that tree is about as Christmassy as I’ve ever felt. I can’t recommend it highly enough.
Somerset House at Christmas is transformed into one of the best outdoor ice rinks in the country.
The last time I went ice-skating was twenty years ago in a lovely part of the world called Bradford. I hated every single second of it. I’m not one for the ice.
If it wasn’t for David Ryder’s dad buying everybody a McDonald’s the day would have been an absolute right off.
But unlike me, if you can skate with the best of them get yourself down to Somerset House in your best bobble hat for some festive cheer.
Take a break from all the hustle and bustle of London at Christmas and buy a coffee with a load of squirty cream on it and a gingerbread man sticking out of the top of it.
Nothing says Christmas like a coffee with a load of squirty cream on it and a gingerbread man sticking out of the top of it.
Don’t let the miserable baristas bring you down. If they start giving you grief whack them with your wrapping paper.