
We went to the Notting Hill Carnival today and drank ... alot... for a long time. We went with the intention of catching the train back home and ended up at a hotel because we simply couldnt make the journey home.
As for the Carnival itself, its really not my thing with all the drum and bass music, porta-potties, trash everywhere and idiots dancing in the street running into me, but after some rum punch, I could handle it :)

We met this nice old guy on the street - he said he lives in Notting Hill and has been coming to the carnival for 44 years. I dont know if you can tell, but thats a very well behaved Jack Russell Terrier around his neck.
Now as I write this, its actually two days after the Carnival and I think I am still hungover and my tinitus is really annoying loud thanks to all the terrible dance music.
What I learned today: Sambuca is liquid evil.