Notting Hill Carnival

Notting Hill Carnival


Being with the right person, no matter the place, no matter the time...

It is nothing due to the uniqueness of Nothing Hill Carnival, but to two people who are alive. For real. From 2 to 6 PM, Giuseppe and I have been busy:

Escape the crowd, take pictures of the crowd, buy Smirnoff, drink, take pictures, escape the crowd, buy Rum and Coke, drink half a litre bottle of Rum, buy a crown of yellow flowers for only 3 Quid’s, join the parade, take pictures with the disguised dancers and the crown of yellow flowers, be pushed away by security, beg the security “Pleeaaase...”, dance in the parade, drink more, dance more, take more pictures...

It could only be in London that a carnival is the occasion to get drunk in the streets at noon. An ordinary parade surrounded by ugly and drunk people... “Welcome to the Notting Hill carnival!!!” claimed Giuseppe after we glanced at a girl from the parade who was vomiting abundantly from one of the vans.

We then had to find El Paso Bar on Old Street for the party of The Modern Pantry, which has been a journey of an hour and a half, since we first had to wait the crowd of the carnival to scatter before we could get the train to Moorgate and then find the following Items to arrive fresh at the party: tobacco, paper, chocolate, chewing gum and coffee. The most complicated was the coffee since in London there is no coffee to be taken after 17:00 it is more adequate to have alcohol.

We finally reached El Paso after turning around Old Street traffic circle 30 minutes, following Giuseppe’s Italian instinct of the way to take. After being drunk for 6 hours, vodka tastes like water and being lovely to people becomes so natural, as well as dancing like crazy without wondering about your workmates who have just started drinking. I danced, I danced with Mandi, Giuseppe, John the ballet dancer, Esther, I danced with so much passion that the assistant DJ asked me if I was a professional dancer. I said I wanted to be.

He said: “One word: Go for it.” Again I was pleased.

Giuseppe and I ended up the night, sitting on a fence in Shoreditch, eating a huge Kebab, having discovered that we were pretty good together.

“I think, He said, pensive with his big blue eyes, this is the best day I have had in London...”

Today, I love London and I don’t want to quit it.

................... Ouch. The headache has just started..........................