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Also, cold.
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timfinity if you want to read the UV!Tim fic. I also recommend you read the rest of the stories in the archive, for they are pretty. I especially recommend the Trek one, for full obsessive Tim. (except the Anne Rice one, but that's just personal prejudice and intolerance of angsty vamps with drama queen and lace tendencies) And feel free to drool over the pic of Tim as a Minoan bull-jumper. :drools:
Went Chinese New Year Celebrations on sunday in London. Fucking freezing and also a bit windy, though you didn't tend to notice the wind due to the crowds of people. Seriously. You couldn't actually move on Lisle street, due to the impromptu lion dances that were happening down the street and people stopping to watch them. Gerrard street not as crowded, but managed to find food and not wait too long to get it, either. Dumpling Inn a bit greasy, but nice. Also tried Dragon's beard candy. Odd but tasty.
The main exhibition stage are? Mostly consisted of standing around being cold and sympathising with the comperes who were having to be forced cheerful and keep the crowd going. Red Poppy percussion group, a female quad, were really good, as was the tenor, who did the old faves of Nessun Dorma and a few others. Though I do like that you start singing Nessun Dorma to a crowd and the whole crowd *will* hum along. Lion dances and girl's dances were cute. Firecrackers in Leicester Square were not so much spectacular in the visual sense, but the *noise*. I know the British have an addiction to fireworks with loud bangs, and can be persuaded to turn up anywhere if there's the chance they'll get to go 'oooooo' and 'ahhhhh', but *ow*. They'd warned us to cover our ears, but we all went 'eh'. Two minutes into the ceaseless barrage of noise, and 80% of people had their hands firmly clamped over their aural appendages.
Was a tad disappointed in the stalls - there was bugger all except a couple of stalls selling dragons and rooster toys, and one doing calligraphy. You'd think there'd've been more things to buy. Red Arrows and Royal Navy and Army were sponsoring, so they had their exhibition stuff and a simulator. Trafalgar square was decked out in lanterns and fish and dragons, and the parade was fun. After a while, got too bloody cold to stay on for any more of the shows, so I went into the National Gallery, which many people were doing to get warm. Then Haagen Dazs in Leicester Square and home due to being just too cold.
Also, cold.
Oh, and go check
timfinity if you want to read the UV!Tim fic. I also recommend you read the rest of the stories in the archive, for they are pretty. I especially recommend the Trek one, for full obsessive Tim. (except the Anne Rice one, but that's just personal prejudice and intolerance of angsty vamps with drama queen and lace tendencies) And feel free to drool over the pic of Tim as a Minoan bull-jumper. :drools:Went Chinese New Year Celebrations on sunday in London. Fucking freezing and also a bit windy, though you didn't tend to notice the wind due to the crowds of people. Seriously. You couldn't actually move on Lisle street, due to the impromptu lion dances that were happening down the street and people stopping to watch them. Gerrard street not as crowded, but managed to find food and not wait too long to get it, either. Dumpling Inn a bit greasy, but nice. Also tried Dragon's beard candy. Odd but tasty.
The main exhibition stage are? Mostly consisted of standing around being cold and sympathising with the comperes who were having to be forced cheerful and keep the crowd going. Red Poppy percussion group, a female quad, were really good, as was the tenor, who did the old faves of Nessun Dorma and a few others. Though I do like that you start singing Nessun Dorma to a crowd and the whole crowd *will* hum along. Lion dances and girl's dances were cute. Firecrackers in Leicester Square were not so much spectacular in the visual sense, but the *noise*. I know the British have an addiction to fireworks with loud bangs, and can be persuaded to turn up anywhere if there's the chance they'll get to go 'oooooo' and 'ahhhhh', but *ow*. They'd warned us to cover our ears, but we all went 'eh'. Two minutes into the ceaseless barrage of noise, and 80% of people had their hands firmly clamped over their aural appendages.
Was a tad disappointed in the stalls - there was bugger all except a couple of stalls selling dragons and rooster toys, and one doing calligraphy. You'd think there'd've been more things to buy. Red Arrows and Royal Navy and Army were sponsoring, so they had their exhibition stuff and a simulator. Trafalgar square was decked out in lanterns and fish and dragons, and the parade was fun. After a while, got too bloody cold to stay on for any more of the shows, so I went into the National Gallery, which many people were doing to get warm. Then Haagen Dazs in Leicester Square and home due to being just too cold.
