Bad Santa's

Saturday was going to be your standard, lovely Christmas sightseeing in London day. My beautiful friend Bec was over from Australia with her boy, and we had nice plans involving the south bank, London eye, tower bridge, borough market topped off with watching the skating at Somerset House.

The first couple of Santa's we saw just looked quite cute - a few claphamites on a festive pub crawl perhaps. The 30 or so we saw at Waterloo suggesting something more was going on. These Santa's seemed nice enough though - harmless Santa fun.

As the day progressed the Santa's seemed to be getting a bit of wickedness in them - some had cans of stella strapped to their Santa belts. We saw a few Santa's going for a piss behind some bins. I'm not sure you'd be wanting these Santa's to come down your chimney.

What the hell was going on? I pride myself on my pretty damn good tour guide skills, i like to think I know London as well as the best of them. So where the hell was my invite Santa? Have the elves decided to exclude those above the age of 35?

At Tate Modern Santa's were rolling down the turbine hall - not sure the curator's had this in mind as the next exhibition.

I was starting to get sick of these bad Santa's, dirtying our streets and as we walked onto borough market the Santa spottings diminished. We supped our mulled cider in peace.

And then we made the mistake of heading to Trafalgar Square.........

Lordy! Christmas chaos. Today is going to be a good time to jingle bells to wake all the bad Santa's up. Santa is gonna be feeling fragile.

The party we didn't get invited to is called Santacon. It did actually look like a lot of fun. Next year.....

http://www.santacon.co.uk/